Long days tiring roads alone
The day ends in her arms balm
For sinful soul forgiveness.
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The morning sun reflects in
Her eyes I see paradise the beauty
Of days to come holding her.
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She laughs in my arms
Playfully at the childlike look
On my face I see in her eyes.
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The exhausting life freezes
When our cheeks meet
Chilled in happiness.
…
November 25, 2020
