Fictional love poem, morning starts our day, love should be the same way.
You are like a
fresh new day
each and everyday
Morning came
I love you the same
Each day your love
is a fresh new flame
Sweet in the morning
sugar in the evening
honey at supper time
always sweet love sublime
Never a dull minute
with your fresh love in it
With fresh coffee a brew
I sweeten it with you
Coffee would be a
bitter waste
but you make it
sweet to taste
Every morning that came
you sweetened them
all the same
Tom loved cherry cola and diet pepsi. I love cherry cola now and cannot get enough of it since his death. I guess he passed that legendcy down to me from above. Yours is a good poem, enjoyed reading it and brought many memories to mind.
Crystal Reed thought she had met the perfect man. Instead she finds herself entangled in a web of obsessive love and dark secrets, a world that has become tainted by deception and treachery.
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