The Walk
He wanted her for life
Slowly he walked to her
Her hair looked like clouds
Clouds of peace and joy
Joy to touch and hold
Hold on to for comfort
Comfort just like her smile
Smile white like a dream
Dream come true as woman
Woman as his lovely wife
Copyright © Amy Pearson | Year Posted 2019
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