Lovingly Wise
Under the moonlight
He sees her eyes
Once They embrace,
The stars, they rise
Day after day,
the sun shines for them, so it be
Someday they will find a place
To Carve their names onto a tree
Roses in her amber stained hair,
Daisies in his spring basil eyes
They are one until the earth turns to dust,
They will grow old and together be lovingly wise.
Copyright © Tara Obregon | Year Posted 2022
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