My Love, John
This is not written by me I did this on fun pages and had to share a laugh!!!!
Your skin glows like the pears, blossoms crazy as the tulip in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your violin voice and leaps like a rabbit at the whisper of
your name, John.
The evening ascends in on a great dove wing.
I am calmed by your pants that I carry into the twilight of policeman beams and hold next
to my leg.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of water.
As my arms falls from my coat, it reminds me of your house.
In the hushed, I listen for the last cry of the spring.
My heated feet leaps to my dress. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret captain
so that we may talking as one, feet to feet, in search of the glorious red and spiritual
doorway of love.
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