True Love This Time
Down the narrow stretches of life,
We glide.
Love and our partner,
Beside.
Timbers growing,
Strong,
We can never,
Go wrong.
Reaching,
To the Sky,
So pleasing,
To the Eye.
Whispering through,
The trees.
Only trying,
To please.
Carry me,
Away.
For here,
I cannot, Stay.
Now searching,
Never finding,
Never ending,
Never winning.
Missing,
What once was mine.
Longing,
For such a long time.
Wondering,
Who’s next in line.
Wanting,
True love this time.
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