The flowers bloom, in the mild spring,
The birds wake and chirp and sing,
The trees they bud for natures love,
Life anew, as the wind it blows,
A breeze so gentle, through the air it goes.
Wresting with the wispy air,
Through her yellow golden gentle hair,
Her touch is soft, like the daisies grow,
In fields of green, row by row,
Its scent so fresh, the daisies brush,
My ankles light, as we're walking in the quiet night.
I reach around her shoulders bare,
And kiss her gently, her red lips rare,
With beauty in her whispered breath,
I want her till my very death.
Our love the very deepest depth.
In love we are, one and the same,
Together every day we will remain.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 6th, 2025 13:32
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Comments1
In love one and the same is a thought that many say but few enact. Nicely written
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