Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Saturday, January 23, 2016

The Dance of Love

Whispering heart speaks of love,
as our souls merge gently into one.
Want or need or simply to please
our love is the magic of dreams.

Challenging the mountains,
there are no longer rivers wide,
I can sense your very being
in this heart of mine.

Lifts me to the heavens,
to the clouds above,
where we embrace daily
in this dance we call love.






~
Pen to paper,
my heart to yours
indelible script
on love's shore.

Written to share,
my heart and yours,
wondering what
tomorrow has in store.

Follow the moment,
let it be known,
our love just
grows and grows.

Pen to paper,
my heart to yours
indelible script
on love's shore.



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