Your touch so soft,
like the breeze caressing
the tender new grass.
In response
I arch like a rainbow
holding you
in my coloured strings.
We listen to the Earth
as she sighs,
in quiet pleasure
to the song
of our souls.
The stars hear too,
and they claim us,
for we belong
into their radiance.
Once airborne,
we are drawn
like magnets
into ethereal splendour.
We fly, we dance,
we soar, in love.
Deep wonder
reflects in our eyes.
Your touch so soft ….
Love, Margherita
Amor und Psyche by Bertel Thorvaldsen
