Two Love Birds


The wind blowing
through my hair,
As I sit and look at you
by my side.
Your gentle touch
feels so nice,
While I gaze
into your eyes.
Running my fingers
through your hair,
Your gentle lips pressed
to mine.
Looking off in the distance
and we see two love birds fly,
Wishing we could be those two
and fly off in the sky.
I am so lucky
and so are you,
That we have someone
we can be true to.

                                              Hillary G. Bates (2-16-97)