The hallow haunt of my heart
holds dear, thoughts of you
though far or near
I forever fondle your memory
keeping it ever close to me
I feel you fly next to me in all
our synchronicity
Our passion is portrayed in
permanent prose as our love
grows
The miracle of our mating is always
a magnificent melody
As lovely as any sonata that floats on
the winds of memory
Over eons of endless endearment
we thrive, eagerly enthralled
Drenched within our own depths of
delight we neon the night
In the cradle of cosmic combination
we captivate creation...
etw
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I understand the synchronicity myself. Its a good feeling being connected. Take care Nance
Stunningly gorgeous . . . Bravo!!
Hugs,
Lance
Becca~
Sandie Angel :o)
georg
Cryssa
Forget merely "lighting up the night," you "neon the night"?!? Undone by the power in your lines: exquisite, my new favorite of yours. Take a bow, my dear, you deserve it!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Richard
What a beautiful and passionate love poem.
Mary
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D X0X0X0
"Drenched within our own depths of delight we neon the night"
Cheers,
Dan