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IMAGINATION

I`m carrying your love with me

Where ever I go I`m home.

I`m carrying your touch with me

To keep me safe from the cold.

I`m looking into your eye`s tonight

Through the dark of the open skies.

I`m hearing your tender voice again

In the wind as it gently sighs.

I`m touching your perfect skin again

Through the petals of a dew kissed rose.

I`m sleeping within your warmth now

From the moon in its sweet repose.

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Poetess GeorginaĀ 

A highly romantic expression, thanks for sharing, The most beautiful lines are as below

I`m looking into your eye`s tonight

Through the dark of the open skies.

I`m hearing your tender voice again

In the wind as it gently sighs.

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Georgina Richardson

Thank you Williamsji for your lovely compliment and I`m sorry it has taken me so long to thank you for your kindness. I`m pleased that you enjoyed this one, I wrote it for Geoff my husband. G xx

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Tony Taylor

Hey Georgie, perfect meter my friend, too compliment this lovely sentiment..........great write...tony

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