Her Acrostic
Believe me not; but trust my love is true
Receive this heart-shaped box from me to you
Inside this gift to wear for all to view
As if I were the artist painting you
Near ponds and lakes that pour around you blue
Caressed by creeks where Cupid's roses grew
Exit my eyes and view my love for you
Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2011
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