I See Love
Love, This sentiment that shapes me meek
many others tend to seek
With wonderment of mystique-
stuttered words I slipped to speak
’Til I heard him speaking softly;
tenderly and never crossly
Heart warming, lifting me so high...
I see love I shan’t deny.
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2021
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