Her lips soft and full.
Her skin softer than new born lambs wool.
Her eyes honest and not full of lies.
Her soul white and not black as coal.
She my woman.
I her man.
Bonded together.
Storms we do weather.
Till death do us part.
I mean that deep from my heart.
One for all and all for one.
Over life's hardships our love has won.
Her name love.
My name peace.
A white dove.
Over us god did release.
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Author:
Wallace (
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Comments2
Very good loving write, may your life together be always blessed.
Thank you.
aaw, this is sweet 🙂 she sounds like a very gentle lovely person .. nice read 🙂
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