I think of you, I always do,
To me you are a precious gem,
I really like you, my word’s true,
That’s why I’m making love a poem
Just for you.
I think of you when I need sight,
With smiles that clear a blurry day,
Through dusk, in dark, at lonely night,
I image you, blazing our way
As my view
Where light rain falls and soft breezes flow,
Birdcall thrills me with your name,
In fallen leaves, where wildflowers grow,
I see us melding, playing the game
Me and you.
Lucked Out!
Love is everything you will not expect, shaping in ways you did not project. Love is late and lazy, often behind, never in time, a bang at the preordained curfew hour, always arriving right on time. It is seldom enough and a tyrant when it is too much. Love is kind of...
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