"Her Spring"

[Bill]

Hello Ladies. I hope you all are well. I wanted to share a poem with you. I wrote this about four years ago, and I want to dedicate it to Nicola and all of the wonderful women on this site.
red rose petals in a bowl
fragrant and fresh in the sunshine
her tender touch caressing them
into a pose of exquisite beauty
she had a magic in her hands
and whatever she chose to touch
was made wondrous....
when she slipped her fingers through your hair,
the harshness of your world slipped away,
if only for a moment,
but a moment can become forever
when at the sight of spring's first rose,
you drop to your knees,
feeling the sweet caress of the breeze
slipping through your hair,
you close your eyes,
and dream of forever....