My Love, Reagan
Your skin glows like the cherry, blossoms you are beautiful as the daisies in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your guitar voice and leaps like a mini jellyfish at the whisper of your name, Reagan.
The evening ascends in on a great bald eagle wing.
I am calmed by your voice that I carry into the twilight of lovebeams and hold next to my heart.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of sadness.
As my heart falls from my chest, it reminds me of your love.
In the hushed, I listen for the last chirp of the spring.
My heated heart leaps to my chest. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret house so that we may love as one, heart to heart, in search of the glorious purple and spiritual bed of love.
Copyright © Tyler Whitehead | Year Posted 2013
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