Palm To Palm and a Gentle Kiss

With Spring's gentle sway, my thoughts take flight, As weather stirs our festive mood with delight, Strong winds shake trees, leaves dance and sway, Like late October's colors on a grand display. As heaven stirs passions with its cosmic play, And desire whispers as the world waxes away, Our love moves on, my fairest maid, Whose heart speaks the same words as mine conveyed. God approves, as roses bloom with grace, But some creatures may spurn love's warm embrace. I confess, as clouds weep and roses grow, My love for you burns with a radiant glow. In humble sin, I confess my love with ease, With unworried hand and lips, like pilgrims on their knees, That touched a rough touch with a gentle kiss, And found love's treasure, in moments of bliss.