In Love
I carry something, in my sacred place.
Something that reminds me of you ...
Beauty born but from imagination,
Belongs to the imagination.
Naive, quiet, lonely, at times icy cold.
I want to awaken every morning -
Beside you, just to make you smile.
Copyright © Paul E. Lake | Year Posted 2019
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