Bliss in life… a poem

BLISS

 

As golden as sunshine

As gentle as rain

As smooth as Sinatra when he sang

Beautiful valleys

Beautiful trees

Beautiful butterflies that float on the breeze

Fresh as the dew on a Springtime morn

Fresh as a baby’s tears when born

Kindling to fire that begins with a spark

Kindling to love that grows from the heart

Blush in form of sweet, sweet wine

Blush as the bride when two hearts combine

Waves that lap upon sugar white sands

Waves at home when soldier lands

Kissed by the sun that sets on its flight

Kissed by your mom when she says goodnight

Delightful the children in the park that play

Delightful the cuddling at the end of the day

Surely you see our true God in all this

Surely your soul is alive with the bliss

END

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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