Moonlight glimmers on the ebbing ocean tide.
Morning sunlight glimmers through majestic pines.
Firelight glimmers on the hearth of polished stone.
Constellations glimmer from an ink black sky.
But all these wondrous objects, though with beauty laced,
Cannot project the light I’m longing most to find.
My humble heart awaits most unashamedly
Love’s glimmer in your eyes that says you’re truly mine.
Photo courtesy of MamaVida @ pixabay.com
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POETRY BY AHYOKA 
Love this Sandra. May it be true for us all.
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Thank you, Gerry. And yes, life would be wonderful if everyone could find real love.
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Your poem glimmers. Well done.
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Thanks, Bard.
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Okay this is absolutely brilliant!
Your choice of words was beyond beautiful Ahyoka, loved it.
-Megha 💜
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Thank you. I appreciate your kind words.
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