Sunny, April the fourth
Fifty-seven years afore
I plighted my troth
You to love evermore.
- Author: Jerry Reynolds ( Offline)
- Published: April 4th, 2021 08:01
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Sunny, April the fourth
Fifty-seven years afore
I plighted my troth
You to love evermore.
Comments5
Many a man has scoffed at the thought of being a romantic. But love for one woman will be his biggest weakness, while also his greatest strength. Congratulations Jerry.
Thanks, A.P.
A lovely write Jerry.
Thanks, Orchi.
Wonderful words Jerry, that love will never fail.
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
congratulations!
such a brilliant dedication and a classy visual metaphor to undiminishing beauty
worded by the inked insight of her poetic devotee,
thanks for sharing Jerry
Thanks, L.B.
Congrats Jerry - a warming read.
Thanks, Michael.
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