I Imagine And I Shiver

Mignonne, you are at the center of my imagination, The woman in the heart of my sensations. I imagine and I tremble like a bulrush in springtime. You are the singing swallow that awakens me at sunrise. You are the plant that I sprinkle to harvest exquisite roses, Control, beautify, and soothe the bad and gloomy weather. I imagine sensual phrases and scenes of love, When I see you strolling by the garden, around The laurels. Darling, you are the most stunning season. And I tremble afterward. You give me a thousand reasons To love you, envy you, and adulate you until the end of time. You are my all: winter, autumn, summer, and glorious spring. Copyright © May 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry. .