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Lamar Cole Nov 2019
Loveliness adorns her.
Love of God transforms her.
Happiness surrounds her.
Sweet love warms her.

Strawberries appeal to her.
Our love is real to her.
Flowers smell sweet to her.
My soul lives for her.
Lamar Cole Nov 2019
The wind blows free across the sea.
A little girl laughs gaily on her father's knee.
A bird sings happily in a tree.
Love blows free for my love and me.

Deer run free in the fields.
Eagles fly free at will.
Leaves dance freely in the wind.
I will love you freely until life's end.
Lamar Cole Nov 2019
Her voice is like a song.
That's written on the pages of my heart.
Soft and low.
With a sweet melodic flow.

Each word spoken.
Like a beautiful note.
Straight out of a songbook.
For my heart she wrote.

Voice so sweet.
What a treat.
My heart melts whenever we meet.
Lamar Cole Nov 2019
Your love is like diamonds.
That sparkle in the night.
Your love is like the stars.
That shine so bright.

Youe love is like the wind.
That feels so cool.
Your love is like icecream.
That tastes so smooth.

Your love is like the sky,
That is so blue.
Your love is like a bright sunny day.
That makes the world seem new.
Lamar Cole Nov 2019
With guitar and hair full of curls.
Prince made this a purple world.
People are crying sounds sadful to the ears.
And it's raining purple tears.

At the drop of a hat he was taken away.
There will be less happiness in the world today.
Up to heaven his soul did fly.
Where he is still singing and dancing above a purple sky.
Lamar Cole Nov 2019
Like the birds sing a sweet song.
Like the rivers strum a lovely tune.
Like the stars serenade the moon.
Like flowers look so pretty in June.

Like water makes violets grow.
Like winter brings flaky snow.
This is true and no jest.
Love is the blueprint for happiness.
Lamar Cole Nov 2019
Our eyes met.
Our souls touched.
First love is a feeling that you never forget.

First love brought to my heart.
A flood of emotions.
Beautiful and wide.
Exciting like a ballon ride.

Years go by and days pass.
But the memory of a first love will always last.
This is something that must be realized from the start.
A first love always remains in a secret place in the heart.
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