Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Sunday, January 19, 2020

Sweetest Love

I imagined my head upon your chest,
as if your flesh I could truly feel,
listening to the beat of your heart
as mine for a moment stood still.

All the chapters to the wind
for now only you hold the pen,
it flows with love and happiness
it must be God sent.

My eyes tightly closed
allowing only my heart to see
as I view the sweetest love
in the gift of my dreams.
~


I love you for every second of every moment of everyday.

~
It is a screaming in silence kind of night.
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