What is my love..
as it floats lightly and high
but a tiny searching butterfly,
who tries only ..
to reach the sky
As from each tender flower
it alights..
keeping it's focus
on loves... greater heights
What is my love..
but a simple stream
flowing softly... driven
towards it's dream
Knowing that it will
reach it's end...perhaps
finding love
around the next big bend
What is my love...
sometimes... a cloudy sky
seeking the sun...
that rests on high
Filled with rays..of golden heat
growing stronger
with each heartbeat
Now you hold my Love ...so tenderly
my love is yours..
no longer free
Like the butterfly... flying to the sky,
or the simple stream..
that haunts my dreams
For the cloudy sky... is the reason why
I have faith...my Love
you are the one...
that warms my heart,
with your golden sun
💙💙💙😊💎
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