Too Young
Married young with miles separating our love, each time you left it was like a flying dove. You were my belove, I was your truelove.
Missing you all day and all night, I wanted to take flight. You were my loving knight, for days you would be working out of sight. Each return you brought your loving light, you would always make things alright.
Date Written: 6/25/2020
4 Place Sensuality Contest Judged:7/1/2020 Sponsored by: Silent One
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2020
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