Endeavoring
True love, my dear, is marvelous and rare.
Its flame burns strong, passions never veering.
Hopes drift upon life’s dreams while lovers dare.
Fantasies everlastingly raving --
Embracing destiny without roving.
Joy rises as reality draws near.
Melting in ecstasy each evening.
Inviting our future together dear.
Anticipating wedding bells’ sweet ring
Forever shall we snuggle in life’s den.
Each tomorrow shall be shared endeavoring.
Knowing that the love we hold has no end.
June 4, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Word Games Contest
Sponsor Catie Lindsey
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