My Meaning
Love deeply rooted,kisses like Hershey
words so therapeutic.
Togetherness of night and day,
the lost of love would be a tragic price to pay.
Love saved from deception,
the comfort of our eyes resting within each other’s attention.
The soul cries,
as the truth drowns out the lies
that the outside world use to defy.
Whispered words that lips leave unspoken,the true understanding of love allows
silence never to be broken.
Our love being far from a chore,
could never be a victim of love scorn.
A feeling words could never explain,a place of comfort where disdain can never
reign.
Copyright © Joesette Purnell | Year Posted 2008
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