Simple words are spoken,
Softly as the dew
In the morning air,
Fresh, crisp, and clean.

They speak of love,
Blowing in the gentle breeze,
Not hindered by the sands of time,
Which has no meaning for them.

As these words are spoken,
They are received with murmured feelings.
Feelings so strong, wild, and free,
Received heartily by a heart so true.

Given without reason or rhyme,
Each word is clung to,
Remembered and valued,
As a heart’s true meaning.

Actions so clearly defined,
As to the words they describe.
The heartfelt dreams of a young love,
But, one that will be forever in time.

Melissa R. Thompson 1-19-2013

love this :D

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Forever love... WoW! When I got to that last stanza my nerves began to react, tingling at the feel of the unity and clarity of the love between these two souls...

excellent write, roses, the tenderness expressed is overpowering... good for you... to have this kind of talent...

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