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A poem about My Love - Poet_ô¿ô |
| My Love is truly beautiful to me. Holy, wrapped in holiness. Peaceful, clothed in purity. Strong, covered in joy. Quantify my Love for him. I cannot. Show me his lack; I don't see it. Where is his frailty? It is not here. All his summer days are mine to see. All his nights bring me hope. Winter is peace and rain is our future alone together. My Love... |