A SOFT BREEZE

By: Mollie

Soft breeze of desire,
in dreams of love,
will gently pass my way.
And in the passing,
weave a canvas
whereupon I paint the day
with wondrous colours,
pastels sweet, with tender hues
of apple greens and pinks and
blues, and throw them down
to mix and blend.
As love should be,
twixt you and me,
to never clash,
nor ever end.