THE VINEYARD OF YOUR WORDS

I smell the fragrant blossoms in the vineyard of your words

Their sweet aroma drifts upon the breeze like hummingbirds

It seems the spring of poetry

Resides in your pen

Its ink flows in a rhythmic cadence 

In every verse you pen

I sense the sweetness of your heart

In the words that you write

Their scents connect our hearts

Bridging distances with insights 

When I stroll through this vineyard

I feel surrounded by a place

Where beauty and feelings are woven 

Mellifluously in each phrase

I wish to stay longer 

With these wordy blooms

And let their essence fill my being

With their ambrosial perfume.