My Other Poems Are About Jesus
Thought I’d take time
To make up this rhyme,
While the sun’s on my head
And the roses are red.
I miss your kiss
Like the breeze in the trees
Fans the fire of desire
And burns the doves up above.
Guess I just had to say,
My love’s here to stay,
And it won’t go away,
Like a worn-out cliché.
Copyright © James Ph. Kotsybar | Year Posted 2011
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