As I gaze
into your
eyes.
the scars
of
yeaterday
look back.
Touching
your face
the lines
of time
beg my
attention.
I gently
carress,
soothing
your brow.
I cannot
conceal
my
love for
you.
(c) copyright heather burns
Une grande poésie
Une grande poésie
Vive le Quebec libre!
poem
thanks alot for reading and commenting on my poem heather