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 ...
Wednesday, December 18, 2019
Simple Word Or Two
It may not be gift boxed,
underneath the Christmas tree,
no need for gift wrap and
metallic bows to please.
My treasured holiday gifts
come every day of the year
as I celebrate our love
with each moment we share.
There are many memories
that comfort day and night,
like my very own sunshine
bringing a warmth of light.
Glitter and sparkle
doesn't need to be bought
as my eyes twinkle
with every loving thought.
I cherish all the gifts
tht come from your heart
as I knew you were special
and caring from the start.
In return I write
a simple word or two
to express my gratitude
and my dying love for you.
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