Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, December 05, 2019

special kind of lovng

In a teepee on a mountain,
in the sand by the sea,
rivers or on a mountain
doesn't matter much to me.

As long as you are with me
both heart and soul,
nothing can break our spirit
we have that loving kind of hold.

When I take to my pillow
and I squeeze it tight,
 I imagine you beside me
as I kiss you  in the night.

It is a special kind of loving
and a treasure to be hold,
nothing can duplicate
what grew from our souls.

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