Soft rain
Sweet kisses
Placed against my lips is
The most delightful sensation
My breath is held forth from this day on
Internally within my heart
Growing fond
Of your love on my lips
And in my soul
Forever to keep
Until I grow old.
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An Insomniacs Lullaby
PoetryIt's 3 AM and I can't sleep. There's too much on my mind, too many thoughts to keep.
Growing Old
Soft rain
Sweet kisses
Placed against my lips is
The most delightful sensation
My breath is held forth from this day on
Internally within my heart
Growing fond
Of your love on my lips
And in my soul
Forever to keep
Until I grow old.