Magical Times
Lovers’ passions blossom
as the years go by
transcending awesome,
no word of a lie.
Sweethearts closely walking
strolling hand in hand
laughing, texting, talking,
sad stories are banned.
Smiling, playful, joking,
just sharing some fun
stroking, kissing, poking,
keeps blues on the run.
Banter fuels hugging
two hearts meld as one
jostling, screaming, tugging,
magical times spun.
(Rhyme)
2/12/2018
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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