The Pantomime of Love
How lowly do the heavens hang?
This great Earth begins at your feet.
The sound of church bells that just rang.
Falling in love when eyes first meet!
The pantomime of that one love.
A born aspect of your being.
Like the mating dance of the dove.
You're the mirror that love's seeing!
date: 4/22/22
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2022
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