Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire. The opposite of to live is to ...
Friday, February 22, 2013
...my love of you
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It might have been the star lit night,
the clouds of white and the moon
shining brightly. My heart felt you
so near, as close as the wind
blowing through my hair.
It might have been the memories,
capturing all the sweet innocence,
as I found my self a drift , my
heart raced as I reminisced.
It might have been the angels song,
that whispered of love and where
I belong.
It might have been the moment
true, telling store of my love for
you.
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