Love Divine

Little flowers move gracefully in air,

Gentle breeze blows dew drops from new leaves.

This silence is music to their ears,

broken by his words, sweet,touch gentle.

Her heart beats faster, pulse races now,

beads of sweat from the warmth of their love

brace the lovers tight as they embrace,

two moons shine blissfully on this day.

Pearls of laughter on her soft, pink lips

caresses his wounded heart atlast.

The lovers unite as bells chime sweet,

Their Gods seem happy; this is divine.