Friday, 23 October 2015

She whispers through my thoughts.

She whispers through my thoughts
the lover of my heart,
graceful and soft.
Her smile excites me like a child.
Safety and love are hers.
She holds me and I find comfort
in her warmth.
Her hair has a delicate aroma of sweetness.
Soft and fresh like the garden in the morning sun.
She wears the bruises of my heart
as I wear hears.
Those proud badges of honor.
I'd wear for her alone.

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