In the cool air of late September, <br />the change of season has brought, <br />A breeze of whispered words serenade, <br />and the Love of my souls taunt <br />The crisp Septembers air has whispered <br />the unseen Love she has spoke of breeze <br />that rendered its essence, cleaning rooms <br />Lighting the darkest pathways of my soul <br />I shall surrender to such empathic touch <br />and whispered words on winds breath <br />A fairy tales fable of such undying Love <br />has found its way to my hearts rest <br /> <br />The blindness of one`s eyes when closed <br />by the minds need too so rationalize <br />yet in setting free your Love on breeze <br />has opened the door to which other wise locked <br />first step...second step...together we shall take <br />on wings that soar this Love we shall make <br />passions fury of flickering flame <br />embrace of moment there shall be know shame <br />I unto you, you unto me, <br />A fairytale dream has been set free <br />so from this day forth no if`s no why`s <br />the truth of Love has covered the lies....<br /><br />Geoff Warden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-late-summer-breeze/
