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A love for the ages - a rhyming poem. |
| Seeing you, my heart does quicken Grateful union, souls apply. Cupid’s bow, now gamely stricken, Imagining thou shalt reply. Situation must improve But again, my mind does drift. Will not worry, every move Seems a perfect, worthy gift... Now that beauty, oh so sweet Fills my mind in every way. Everything appearing neat Heaven’s truth is how we pray... |