Sunday, March 21, 2010


I feel it, I’m defenseless
Soft breath in my ear
Warm on my senses
This murmur I hear
It taunts me with whispers
Of purple and blue
It haunts me with visions
Of midnight with you

I taste it, I smell it
A scent in my mind
And I cannot quell it
This whisper entwined
In a mystical yearning
A bitter-sweet truth
Ah, there’s no returning
To the dreams of my youth

There’s no returning
To the soft, misty haze
Of memories burning
In sweet yesterdays
But I melt in this moment
In your whispering
I’m glad I’m a woman
In love with you, Spring

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Janet Martin

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