You arrive at my door
my blessed gift, with sweetest words
that lift me unto the skies
to soar within the sunbeams of your affection
I pray there never comes a day
that my eyes do not meet yours
over morning coffee and tender words
Heads bowed, hearts touching
May we always linger here.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
You arrive at my door
my blessed gift, with sweetest words
that lift me unto the skies
to soar within the sunbeams of your affection
I pray there never comes a day
that my eyes do not meet yours
over morning coffee and tender words
Heads bowed, hearts touching
May we always linger here.
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