Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Thursday, August 13, 2020

Love Story

 I can't hold a tune and my

dancing is a little off too,

perfect I might not be

except when you're here 

with me.


The song of love I sing 

needs not harmonize ,

the dance with you is 

is on the cloud called

"cloud nine"


This part is easy 

just follow me and you'll see,

by holding my hand tightly

we'll walk right thru the dream. 


It is everything we ever needed

our hopes and dreams come true, 

the love that was suddenly seeded 

just grew and grew. 


Like a rose before us

it petals in full bloom, 

opening up to tell the story

where a love story came true.



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