Poem -

My heart in yours, tears beneath the sun.

Tears beneath the sun.

Today i cry tears
beneath the sun

For my love he weeps
Beneath the moon

Our hearts in aching
For each others embrace

For my heart it aches
inside him

My wish to hold him tight

To take his sorrows
within the night

You my love
Are my will to rise
Upon opening eyes
From sleep each day

Tears from our heart
Are weeping

Entwined by sun
And moon

Missing you
My love

near in me
Are you

I'm so sorry
My love
To hear such pain

My heart in yours
I feel the strain

Though we are
apart

Forever
Connecting

( One heart )

Today i cry tears
beneath the sun

For he my love
Cries tears
Beneath the moon

Place your hand
on my heart
my love

As i hold mine in you

Together we shall always be
One heart
Beneath the sun and the moon.

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Nardine Sanderson

For my heart in you Jeremy hennessee,
right with you baby, feeling your pain,
I love you so much,
missing you every millisecond my love ❤

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Dear Poetess Nardine,

Great write, graceful love, honest poem, noble life, my applause, my vote

  • Place your hand
  • on my heart
  • my love
  • As i hold mine in you

With much love and regards to you

Willy

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