The
sweetness of words we like to eat,
In
the warm sand we cover our feet –
Troubled
storms are all we know,
Dark
clouds follow where many go!
The
sun finally comes out, at least
And
the harsh winds have ceased –
The
meaning of life we all seek,
But
seldom is it the truth we speak?
A
young child, a mother must wean,
And
to a spouse we have to cling –
Love
in a heart we cannot measure
It’s
like honey to a mouth of pleasure!
In
the distance a small voice is calling,
And
in love our hearts are falling.
Thomas
Theophilus© October 7, 2025
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