Our love is still like the hands of a clock on a
Monday morning.
Our love is stronger than the turn up on a
Tuesday evening.
Our love is constantly moving up and getting over that hump we call
Wednesday
Our love is always quenching and refreshing so we’re never thirsty on
Thursday
Our love is exciting as a worker getting off work on a
Friday afternoon.
Our love is full like the moon on a
Saturday at 11:00 pm
Our love is always sunny like a
Sunday morning…. Sunday mornings, sun in the sky, partly cloudy and wind whipping though the trees creating a pleasant breeze.
Yeah that is our love, a simple place where you and I can just be.
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Author:
Oraisha Roberson (Pseudonym) (
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