CoreneS

a light whisper brushes my ear speaking  ephemeral secrets of hope and fear reality stripped bare in the eyes of you To imbue a idea I'll treasure so a lagniappe of evocative things, for me to create to infuse hope and equality your dulcet voice whispered to me, of demure things to conflate with thee you disassemble my soul, with every murmurous thought ;  destroyed the ingénue in me, to reborn  the feminist you strive to see ... an ineffable gratitude blooms within; for the plethora love I have for thee; because ma cherie   you have brought out the sempiternal fighter in me. ~Corene Swart, dedicated to Shirié