In well wishes 'nd afters,
As if rested: souls asunder,
A heartful of me spares;
a few lips of vexing pecks.
A token to call me by,
A reminder to return to:
"It's a sign of love."
Over days and years,
in this corner of mine;
left for after are kisses:
A plighted; every three.
A token to call me by,
A reminder to return to:
**"And I hint selfishness;
It is my sign of love."**
And for yours I await.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
In well wishes 'nd afters,
As if rested: souls asunder,
A heartful of me spares;
a few lips of vexing pecks.
A token to call me by,
A reminder to return to:
"It's a sign of love."
Over days and years,
in this corner of mine;
left for after are kisses:
A plighted; every three.
A token to call me by,
A reminder to return to:
**"And I hint selfishness;
It is my sign of love."**
And for yours I await.
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