Tomorrow when the sun comes up
My shine will pale
My doors are closed
I've learned the value of passion
It holds the moans of a silent glow
The hard part of loving
The part that fails
The mission of focus that got out of hand
In growing together
Now parted
No value in the vagueness of now
I don't understand
Give me a reason and calm my desires
The ones that are flickering
Pleading for more
For the one who danced with me embraced me
Then felt our love grow
My knees are weaker
Gone are the plans
You know the ones of floating through skies
Smelling the flowers and walking the paths
Hand in hand humming
No reasoning denied
Future and laughter
The comfort and bliss
The fighting that ends in a tenderness kiss
The clutch for a moment
Moonlight all around
The smile so electric
With the shine that I'll miss
My heart is like his
With pride entrapped
Sheltered from love
My what a grind!
Broken down guesses with missives amiss
Barely hearts beat when missing it's shine.
Ah, love. When love is alive the world is perpetually young a vibrant. When love is in tatters the whole world wears hand-me-down clothes. The sun refuses to shine. No spooin' 'neath the moon. Ugliness abounds.
He needs a wife. She needs a reason to trust him. He fell for her at first sight. She, not so much.
If you’re into engaging romantic stories with heart and humor, together with complex family dynamics, you’ll love His Practically Perfect Pla
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Thanks for your ongoing support and caring heart Susan!!
Warm love Tinka
Allen
(No sense mentioning its opposites;-)
Sandie May Angel