Writing

For My Beloved

  • March 24, 1998

Your hair so soft,
your eyes so bright,
just thinking of you
brings back fond memories
of those long summer nights.
Our days together
brought light into my life.
But together no longer
life carried us our separate ways
like wind does to a feather.
My dearest one,
come now or come never.

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