There's a secret enclosed within his lips
And to liberate it, I must steal a kiss,
His body is music; with fine-tuned skin
Encasing the sinew and beauty within.
Clavicles hollow, in which there might grow
The seedlings of hope, of all our tomorrows;
There are silver hairs, though he's too young for grey -
I find new things to love about him every day.
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: August 6th, 2019 20:44
- Category: Love
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Comments3
May that love increase with every moment.
Love makes those seedlings of hope grow into happy tomorrows and wishing you loads of those Seren - a lovely first read of my day ......... Fay
Super little love poem.... Lucky guy....
Neville
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