who gives her love to me
it's worth is more than gold or gems
a replacement there won't be
Her voice flows as a summer's breeze
so calm in soothing ways
and lifts me high above the clouds
back to my childhood days
two hands that have a feather's touch
so many tears they've felt
a single sweep of magic
and the sorrow seems to melt
I stumbled upon your blog recently..but am happy i did..I found your poems very good..its as if they have a soul..keep up the good work..
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