The Enchantment Of A Softly Spoken Midwife
She wore a delicate smile
She adored all things wild
She loved his flavour
She thanked his maker
That he simply wasn’t an opinionated faker.
He wore muscles with a frown of course
He adored all things delicate but designed with force
He loved her olive skin as they both drunk gin
In the ambience of the pink skies – distorted within.
He thanked her brown glowing eyes
For all the moments of surprise.
She smiled at him in the morning wind
Beyond where the mountain stands still.
The bond of love grew with these two souls
Wrapping the simplicity of time and gravity
Making sure that all perceived reality
Combined the making of actuality.
They passed on this love to everyone they touched
Including their children
For their appreciation was a must
And that’s where they discovered the secret to life
A moment caught by chance
In the enchantment of a softly spoken midwife.