Poem -
To be a flower.
He would
touch Her
Like melted
snow upon his fingers..
He would play his instrument...to her
to every pore
of her ...to love...
Everlasting felt
a touch
upon his lips
his tongue...to live....this life
She embraces
His voice was like
a blossoming of words
whispering only...poetic verses
From his Soul to Soul...asÂ
Loving her....a
Heart....to feel
She would not leave...
To his love....she stayed patiently.
For she became Her.....in loved
like a blooming spring...to its passion
Forever love to be.
She ..now enjoy.
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