She
Mild like mist on move,
Tender heart caring in love,
Calm, ye cove like dove…
And warm like late spring,
Ye bind my heart with soft string
Ye speak not, ye sing…
Words that assure me:
One day we sure ‘one’ shall be,
Soothe like a calm sea…
That our love won’t die,
Ne’er dry up in hot July—
Comforting words nigh…
My love, there’s no place
In all of time, in all space
Graceful like your face!
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Musings |26.06.2021| Terza Rima
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