“Nothing Like today”

 

A tune of morning bloom,

Next to you, Inside the room.

The smell of perfume grasp on our sheets,

And I laugh, as you entangle my feet.

 

The breeze echo like luluby,

And your laugh sounds like mine.

As each sounds combine to create a

melody.

A sound of unforgotten story.

 

We end each day with sunsets view,

As I am leaning towards the soft you.

It’s a mystery of life, not yet foretold.

You’re sweet touch as we walk by the road.

 

(C) M. E. Flores