Zephyrous Love
Your love is like a whirlwind
Which captures me
And carries me away
In your sweet arms is where I always
Want to stay
Making sweet, passionate love
Would call in Saints
From the heavens above
To protect and watch over
My lucky love
My four-leaf clover
Everything is what
You mean to me
Precious precious
Kindred soul
You take my half
And make it whole
My glass is no longer half-empty
You have made it half-full
And the future looks exceptional
Every morning
When I wake up
I want to see
Your gorgeous face
Right beside of me
You are my one,
My soul, my heart,
My destiny
Copyright © Melinda Holman | Year Posted 2019
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