Non-judgemental Stories

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Can your kiss carry heather honeyDeep inside my soul?Can your spring-fresh glance growPetal-laced stars?Can your arms melt the galaxiesAnd pour a rushing torrentThat can scour away the ragged painAnd smooth a troubled brow?Can your smile warm the winterAnd add apple wood to scentFrosty air where the snow bites,And glow in pulsing...