Portrait Poetry Series #4: Golden Heart

Golden was the kiss
from his tender lips
that spoke not words,
no – but unspoken words
fell between them
in golden glow
of gentle heart
and warm embrace.
She took them
–  gratefully
one by one
. . . cherished
and held them close,
warmth for darkest night
their glow
renewed his vows
sincere
no, none may know
the truthfulness of love
but she knew it well
for every day
he seeks opportunity
to fill her heart with gold.

© Sumyanna 2015