Once In life, our promise bright,
Within my heart, a lasting light.
From dawn till dusk, an aching tide,
Since were apart, all joy has died.
I'd shift Mountains to see your smile,
Ravage forests every mile,
For your laughter's touch, a treasured sound,
Within death's grasp, your forever bound.
But I have hope, In a future bright
Inside my heart, a leading light
For I have yet, a child to bear
With your umber eyes, and ginger hair
It kills me so, to wait and see
The child of both you and me
But many names flurry through my mind
Maybe Imogen or Caroline
Analise or Maryanne
Set to grow on the coast of Maryland
Raised as a child of the sea
Raised as a child, of you and me
With ember eyes and fiery hair
And a face that saves me from despair
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My Little Works
Short StoryA collection of the many short story's and poems I have written throughout my life.
