Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, May 19, 2007

My Love, My Love For You..

It’s not a game of pick and choose,
nor a plan out of the blue, my love,
my love for you.

Not something I can hide, it’s
burning deep inside, my love,
my love for you.

Felt in every breeze and dancing
atop the trees, my love, my love
for you.

Woven the bond is tight and
feels so right, my love, my love
for you

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