4-07-07

Summer Secrets

As softly fall white petals from the skies

The bright sun shining gold upon her hair;

Her fair hand shades those sea-foam colored eyes;

She takes a breath of sweetly-scented air

And smiles with joy to spot a butterfly

Whose flutt'ring wings seem in her heart to dwell

Her bright eyes sparkle with some inner light –

A happy thought she keeps all to herself.

Her feet do hardly bend a blade of grass

She lightly skips and misses not a beat

Who knows what sinful secret this girl has

(Her cheeks are flushed with more than summer heat)

The answer in her words cannot be found –

In thoughts of love her lips have not a sound.