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Love's Treasure Keep
Do you know that in your light I learn?
How to love was once a game.
Played for keeps,
it's not the same;
give and take,
each in return,
form the fire our passions burn.
Can you feel those flames within my touch?
Once I took more than I gave---
Never planned to be love's slave.
That's before you came my way
sharing love's own sweet bouquet.
Shall I tell how trust has grown with time?
Then, I questioned everything.
Was love real
Or just a fling?
Hug and kiss,
a pantomime
taken from some nurs'ry rhyme?
Shall I say love's aged us gracefully?
Well, it has and you'd agree
love is like the rolling sea
filled with wonders in its keep,
treasures loving hearts hold deep.
By Sharon Miller Bolander
© 2008 Peggy Paris (All rights reserved)
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