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Further Off
Oh wife of mine
might I meet you
Might we
Might we
She a beautiful woman
with her own atmospheric
precance.
A charming glory of fondness
and glamour
As subtle as rain
and brash as the sea
a refreshing drink of water
Lady you
are too me
Ode to Love
I thank God your mine
Yielding to My Lovers Needs
She then more than eager
to yield to mine
complaints or favors
affording time
to be together
times Lovers should treasure
Copyright ©
Allan Terry
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