Strawberries

He brought me strawberries
Spilling upon my table
Gifts of the nature’s bounty
Red as the promise of a kiss
I thought it bliss

We dined on strawberries
Served with pure whipped cream
Sweetness bursting on our tongues
Red as the promise of a kiss
I thought it bliss

A season of strawberries
So brief and yet divine
You think perfection will last an age
But it is the briefest lover’s kiss
And yet it’s bliss

(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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