I love you as a song of words I can’t remember,
as breeze and sun, as ice and warmth
of ember an evening in November,
I love you with the bliss of rain that follows drought
with sighs, with moans, as breath and water.
Today I host dVerse Quadrille. Write any poem in exactly 44 words containing the word bliss. Join us at the bar when we open at 9 PM CET.
August 27, 2017