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 helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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