Marigolds

She knows not what she is holding
An infancy of love he is hoping
I can see his galaxy growing
While her orbit is slowing

Crown jewels are in his eyes, blue as skies
His hands belong with truth, never lies

His hair is a field of dreams
On which sunlight beams

She knows not what she scolds
He passes hope out like marigolds
And like the sun he is a centerfold
And worth more than all the gold

© Delia Ross. 2019

Digi art of my muse Alexander Ebert by me…