What I Really Like
THE TASTE OF COFFEE ON MY TONGUE
AND ALL THE THINGS I TRULY LOVE
WHTE WASHED WALLS, WINDOW LACE
AND OH, THE MEMORY OF HIS FACE
MORNING RISES OF THE SUN
CLOPPING STARS OF NIGHT
LINEN DINERS BY CANDLELIGHT
AND ANGEL WINGS IN FLIGHT
LOVE IN ITS PUREST FORM
AND, THE PASSION OF A ROSE
TICKLES AND LAUGHTER
AND ALL THE HEREAFTER
DANCING AND SINGING
NATURE WALKS AND TALKS
QUILLS FROM DAYS OF OLD
AND ALL THATS GOLD .
MARCH 2, 2019
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2019
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