Holding hands down the street, smiles wide
across lovely faces, hair scattered
by wild winds.
Open doors gently greeting visitors
to quietly approach the edge
and snuggle tight.
Waking up next to you under the vast stars
so close yet so far away, but, my love,
at least I will forever have you.
Rose bushes carefully trimmed and brought for
the kitchen vase placed cautiously by
yours truly.
Whispers of secret loves ‘tween knowing lips
dreaming of these moments never ending.
Drifting to sleep in eachothers arms.
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