Harvest Of My Love

by ianblackpoet

My words are all my worth – a bounty reaped
In reverence and strewn about your feet –
The flowers of my soul are yours to keep;
The harvest of my love for you replete.
I offer these of full and earnest heart,
Soliciting no recompense but one:
Disdain the grasp of winter spent apart
To let our passion blossom in the sun.
Cast light on this, our tender harmony –
Anoint our longings with the summer rain;
Walk hand in hand with me, and from this day
Sow love eternal through our shared domain.
This verse, these fertile lands that bloom anew:
My words are all my worth – my gift to you.