The act of keeping you in my heart is like surfing through double rainbows, knowing that the spectrum of color diminishes into the clouds. Finding out the pot of gold is just a myth. What nature presents is a mysterious beauty that can only be mirrored by the allusion of true love. As I observe the colorful arches with awe and amazement, I think of my hand reaching into your soul to extract deep feelings of love and comradery.
Copyright © Jeralyn Tolliver | Year Posted 2016
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