Sunday, April 10, 2016

Just LOVE,

Come,
Love,
Now that We have
Made a decide
To seek always
In us, Our Hearts
I Your Eyes,
My hurts,
And Your watery flow
Dripping quiet
From leaves and petals mine,

Come
Love,

We be
Winged feathery birds,
You on me
I just write back
Thou

Come love,
Let's become
Fragrant billet doux
And make
The Mother
Love Us more,

And our Father
2 would sure be
Seeing us thus
So Happy,

That He would
For us, stand before us,
Saving us
From Falls.

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