Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Sings > I love you more

I felt your love like the wind
blowing gently thru my hair,
lifts my spirit to the clouds
where my soul I bare.

The stars are yours and mine
a blanket of love over you and I,
from the early morning sun
till the night sky whispers of love.

I felt your love like the wind
blowing gently thru my hair,
lifts my spirit to the clouds
where my soul I bare.

Words of love from me to you
soaring high above the blue,
to wake you in the morn
as I sing "I love you more. "

I felt your love like the wind
blowing gently thru my hair,
lifts my spirit to the clouds 
where my soul I bare. 

More than time can reveal
I'll love you till the earth is still, 
forever they say is a long time
but forever you'll be mine. 

I felt your love like the wind
blowing gently thru my hair,
lifts my spirit to the clouds 
where my soul I bare. 

The gifts are easily seen
from autumn to spring, 
they tell the story of our love
a treasure of two as one. 

I felt your love like the wind
blowing gently thru my hair,
lifts my spirit to the clouds 
where my soul I bare. 











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