Sunday, August 30, 2015

Your flowers, my books

A second short poem today, for those in the mood, or need, of such.
(Granted, that may be only me.)

Your flowers, my books

Your flowers, my books. We find a place to put them.
I read yours, you hold mine, to your nose.

Your flowers, my books. From showers, to hours.
A love story, true as any, as every rose, knows.


Jan said...

Flowers and books...two of my favorite things.
Beautifully written by my talented friend...the writer.
Friend...another of my favorite joys in life~

William Michaelian said...

And mine. Many thanks, Jan.