Whether you like my cigars or not,
you sit next to me anyway.
With your hand reached over,
placed on top of mine:
that alone makes my day.
Every morning and every night,
before we go to bed;
side by side, we always pray.
We both know that with the Lord,
everything will be okay.
The list goes on and on,
about how the rest of our lives,
will be spent.
I am just glad that it is you,
who I get to share it with.
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Author:
Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is for my Butterfly. Heaven may sometimes seem like a vague place, but I know that when we reach there; we will be together there too. Persistence is key
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Comments2
A beautiful poetic confession of love. Nicely said
Beautiful piece 🫶
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