And Love?

And Love?
by David N. Muxo

The scarce-felt brush
of young
and willing lips. Her
Hand in yours
and whispered words
of praise, a
Summer breeze though
soft and
flowing
Hair.

A sigh to
hide a hope of lasting love
and then a
Tear to
streak her
velvet cheek.

Yes love, as
tender as a
new-spread leaf,
As true as
Truth itself
and strong,
as
right as life and
sweet.