Every day, I thank my God above
For you, my one and only love,
Time to time.
In mornings when I wake-up
It’s thoughts of you that take-up
All my time.
In the day, my thinking of you
Compels my heart to beat too,
All in time.
In evenings, while cooking in my pan,
I consider myself the luckiest man
In my time.
At night, as I lay down and sleep-in
Loving dreams of you just creep in,
Every time.
Every day when we’re together
Your love serves as my bellwether
All the time.
- Author: Pete (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 30th, 2023 02:42
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 4
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