Maggie
You bring the option of a tomorrow that is touched not by everything worth forgetting....
Your rosy cheeks a venture to the forest a prisoner of a zippered tent until morrow....
Skin softer than the fluffiest clouds never a grey or sinister frown then, a gentle warm
rain....
I could watch you float and guess your shapes with never ending admiration of your patient
trust....
To show you I grow with your rain a slave to your morning smile dawn shining in your eyes ....
We warm each other’s passions and meet in the middle of each others dream..
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