Love
The wind carries
my love across
the thermals
high. I know
that you look
for them
ready to catch
them with
a sigh.
My heart
doth know thou
hast received the
ripples from my love.
As the night time
falls, cast
your eyes
to the sky
above.
As the
sun sets
the thermals with
my love, to catch.
When they reach
you my love,
place them under
your pillow
good dreams to hatch.
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2013
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