Your Love
Yes!
Your love
The poem!
Your Touch
The rhyme!
Your kiss
My melting pot of gladness,
For all times.
You make my spirits soar
When you whisper
In the quiet moments of
Dawn
Or
At midnight
Or
Sunrise...mornings
Dimmed in fog
Wet with dew...
The blessing of our love
Is
Always
And
Forever true.
Cynthia
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