Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, December 10, 2021

Song

 

The song no one else can hear

meant only for your ears, 

sung to cross the miles 

hoping it brings you smiles. 


If tomorrow doesn't come

cliche are the words of love,

left for the world to read

of how I feel for you.


The gift comes without a tag

there's no price on the day,

you came into my life and

started it all new.







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