La Vida Con Amante
La Vida Con Amante
You created a melting, crimson, heart in me,
With warm, moving, tender, musical heartstrings!.
Winter, to lovers, never is a real thing that can be,
Nor are frosty nights, bearing dark, cloudy moorimgs!
You, devoted, lover, yes, my golden, eternal, love-bee,.
All day, you are my sunlight’s bejeweled,heated musings.
No chills have we, unless,lying beneath a jealous tree.
We live as God’s very own beauteous, blushing, blessings!
9/26/2026
~ Dedicated to the esteemed poet, e.e. Cummings~
In praise and honours for his poem of utter truth,
“ Since Feeling is First!”
~Panagiota~
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