*Upon unspoken words,
I lie next to you.
Like a whispering wind,
I blow my kisses into your beam,
as I watch you devour my dreams.
Our love is like a beckon;
no ships will crash upon our shores,
as long as our moon shines brightly
from our lovers moor.
© By Amanda D Shelton*
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 5:52 PM UTC
*Upon unspoken words,
I lie next to you.
Like a whispering wind,
I blow my kisses into your beam,
as I watch you devour my dreams.
Our love is like a beckon;
no ships will crash upon our shores,
as long as our moon shines brightly
from our lovers moor.
© By Amanda D Shelton*
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