Passion
I walked through wind, rain and thunder,
letting my long rain-drenched hair fall;
wet- I went to him in wonder,
into his arms I wished to crawl.
My head he clasped tight to his heart,
of this love I will never part;
I stayed with him all the night long,
though many say this love is wrong.
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April 7, 2019 (Repost)
Poetry/Rhyme/Passion
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1220-183-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to F T I Blog Series- Passion
Brian Strand
Podium Place One
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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