In the golden hues of a warm, serene morn,
As the zephyrs gently whisper to the trees,
I'm enamored by the beauty of your form,
As you dance, oh sweet melody of the breeze.
The sky above us is a canvas of blue,
As we walk on, hand in hand, beneath its dome,
My heart overflows with love for you,
A love so pure, so genuine, a love called home.
Your eyes are pools of liquid light,
Reflecting the colors of the world,
In them, I see my own reflection bright,
My soul and yours, eternally swirled.
Your voice is a symphony of euphony,
A blend of sounds that make my heart sing,
Every word you speak is pure harmony,
Every note you sing, a pure blissful thing.
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Echoes of the Heart
PoesíaFrom the depths of despair to the heights of euphoria, these poems capture the essence of the human experience and offer a glimpse into the hearts and minds of mine. *** The sound of your voice echoes in my heart, A melancholy serenade that tears me...
