Oh Face Of Yesterday

A vision of loveliness
skipping through fields
of clover.

Running to meet with
me,
presenting a beautiful
bouquet.

A lovley flower of spring,
more precious than a rose.

Ever renewing my heart felt
emotions,
touching me like no other.

Enflaming my spirit,
a tender touch of beauty.
Always proclaiming our
love.

Oh.! face of yesterday

forever appearing before my
eyes,
The love of my life
remaining there forever.

poem by Heather Burns
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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