Your love is incandescent —
bringing me a light within
easily renewed by
thoughts of you.
Even the sun dims at dusk
and rains threaten
heaven’s grace.
But your love is incandescent.
It transforms me into the joy
reflected in your eyes.
Incandescence
RED GLADIOLA 
I love this. 🙂 Especially that last verse…wow 🙂
Thanks, Morgan! ❤
And to think I once thought I was a poet. I think now I’m glad I burned them all.
If you write poetry, you are a poet, no matter what anyone else thinks. *hugs*
I’m so “wowed”, love this.
Thanks! Always a pleasure to have your “wow.” =D
Loved this!! 🙂
Thanks! Glad to hear it. ❤
Ahh, I’ve truly missed reading your work. ❤
And I’ve missed having you here! Glad to see you again! ❤