Sweet Tempo

The simmering of love turns into a quickening at once;

A rush at first blush taking us along its boundless jaunt.

It dazzles our senses while quieting our doubts.

Love’s limitless pace is tantamount

To a heart in bloom,

To a café at noon,

To a rose filled canvas that makes you swoon.

Do not pause your step for love is waiting still;

Quietly turning up its sweet tempo

Until we reach our fill.

 

Copyright © Gloria-Deo Agbasi Poetry

Come, Follow Me:
twitterinstagramtwitterinstagram
Share my words:
FacebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedintumblrFacebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedintumblr