You have my heart,
in the fragile palm of your hand.
My love for you,
runs deeper than the ocean.
It beats with a purpose,
and that purpose is you.
Stars shine in your eyes,
magnitudes of watercolors dance.
In pools of flowery light,
your spirit of gentleness roams.
Like a gentle lamb,
you love the meadows of gold.
Jumps higher than the sequoias,
you leap with the hope of a child.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 12:36 AM UTC
You have my heart,
in the fragile palm of your hand.
My love for you,
runs deeper than the ocean.
It beats with a purpose,
and that purpose is you.
Stars shine in your eyes,
magnitudes of watercolors dance.
In pools of flowery light,
your spirit of gentleness roams.
Like a gentle lamb,
you love the meadows of gold.
Jumps higher than the sequoias,
you leap with the hope of a child.
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