"My Love's Ever Changing Color "

Nature never wears a mean façade and neither
Her beauteous subtlety
When I look into the eyes
Of my Loves ever changing color
It is therein I find
The loveliest of the gardens of the Churches
Where the quiet and meditative grace
Lights her soul
And the Geraniums that blossom
Her opinions and smiles
Seem to grow with each morning's caress
Of God's good sunlight
That brightens her wisdom and kindliness
Each time we touch
And each decision she makes to feed
The garden-shaped souls of humanity
With a tender Love that I dare not impress
For the only true Love
Will she settle
And return the Cherie kisses
Of her one Loves
Tears
Of joy......

Tony Taylor    (Chicago)