Beauty of the Season

The breath of air

From your lips

Feels like a breeze

That belonged to a summer

That had past

The strength of love

Resonates on glasses

Of twin balance

As we would pour

For this very day

Of love

So the sounds


As we purge

This long weekend

That is beneath

Our feet

Our calm words

Soothes this beast

Beauty has arrived

Look at this guy

Thrive while

His function of

Devotion becomes

Alive in every caressed


Of every feeling

He has about his


Helping her

Lay serene in

The psyche of

Her mind

He treasures her

But tangibles

Could be lost

So he knows better

To keep her near

Faith of love

Being forever without fear .





By Deon Souldier Ballard

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