.
.
secret sighs,
silent whispers
on the southern breeze —
laced with lilac
and magnolia —
take me to a magic place
where love
is all around
.
nature’s presence
is everywhere
conducting
springtime symphonies.
perhaps, i’ll see,
peeking, from behind an oak,
your eyes of onyx
and raven hair
.
Dennis Cardiff: Poems and Prose 
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