my wife

my wife

A Poem by MARK JOHN JUNOR

sitting on the floor barefoot in a baby blue dress
perfections dreamscape hewn in lace
romance flower of such gentle strength
and such sweet grace
my life was a blank page
waiting to be written
waiting for my wanderers heart to be smitten
for this wild child dreadlock princess
for this gentle soul to sing her heartsong for me
tremble no more for all darkness is gone
with eachother we are stronger than moonlight
with eachother our hearts beat as one
my life to you and for you my sweet
be my wife
be my life

© 2014 MARK JOHN JUNOR


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MARK JOHN JUNOR
MARK JOHN JUNOR

miramar, FL



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