HappyA Poem by Marlice Morgan
The warmth escapes your fingertips
to linger on my rosy lips. your eyes stare deep into my soul your love for me begins to grow i lay my head upon your chest i shut my eyes, begin to rest dreams of love and happiness drift across the emptiness of space and time and in between a love like ours is rarely seen The moon, the stars, the heavens above smile down at us so full of love © 2019 Marlice Morgan |
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