The Road Not Spoken
Like manna from the morning dew
Like sugared skin I'm sweet on you
In silence on this road alone
No hint of contemplation shown
And if the day should ever come
To have you as my chosen one
I'd walk on air, I'd float on sand
My all I'd give to hold your hand
I'd play my song in to your soul
An echo of a heart made whole
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2022
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