Speak gently unto me, for I am fragile as the gardenia
let your eyes fall softly upon my face, as the touch of baby skin
my beloved say you love me naught for my gentle soul,
naught for my green soft eyes, or pleasant smile or joyful tears

Say that you love me for eternity and unto each other we comfort,
as the morning dove coos their sweet song on every morrow
afore the rising sun plating hearts with love unto their symphony
softening even the miser unto giving of his own heart

For let us naught be of weakness of heart or let us ponder
for we have gathered in the meadows of life our sweet song
gently as the dew alights on the supple grass and sweet flower
serenely our colors will remain brightest amongst all

For the sun shall not pale in our presence
we nurture its essence with our impearled love

Carolee Dennis-Woosley
May 21, 2013