If I should pass by you on a warm summer’s eve
when azure sky is a canvas, awash in soft hues
would your eyes shimmer with tears, would you know it’s me?
Would you take my slender hand, recognize your muse
kiss these ruby lips, and in my lonely heart infuse
love’s potion of red roses and sweet-scented thyme
one to weather the years and last for all of time?
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg