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My Dearest
#WritcoPoemPrompt70
You took my pulse without ever touching me,
Like honey and flowers, you were my bumble-bee
I carry your heart with me wherever I go,
No land is more beautiful than where you are.
For even in grey age, when my eyes seem heavy and my sight go dim, your beauty remains a reoccurring story I see in my dreams.
© Dan_Dave-
You took my pulse without ever touching me,
Like honey and flowers, you were my bumble-bee
I carry your heart with me wherever I go,
No land is more beautiful than where you are.
For even in grey age, when my eyes seem heavy and my sight go dim, your beauty remains a reoccurring story I see in my dreams.
© Dan_Dave-
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