While These Words May Not Be Perfect
these words may not be perfect,
but they are my words
and they are meant just for you ..
I wrote them first thing
before first light and the dawn hit ..
only moments ahead
of the doves and the blackbirds
in the garden began their
tuning up for a brand new days
rejoicing and recital ..
that was after I kissed your sleepy
forehead and I said
I don’t know how many times that
I love you too darling ..
and I meant that, more than anything ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments2
Ohhh, I expect they are perfect! lol.
Neville, this has such a gentle dawn-lit tenderness to it. Sleepy foreheads, birds beginning their songs, whispered love before sunrise…it all creates a beautiful portrait of affection rooted in ordinary devotion. Lovely piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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