Thinking

As I lay here,
Next to you,
I think of the things,
We been through,

Long days,
Slow nights,
While you hold me tight,
The passion in your eyes,

The look upon your face,
Knowing you are the luckiest man,
And I'm your saings grace,
My beautiful eyes,

Sparkeling in the night,
As I think of everything we have....
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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