by | Dec 10, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

Is everything, as it would seem
Or just a funny sort of dream
The sound of laughter, passing bye
The shape of clouds, up in the sky
The feel of snow and winter ice
A sudden thought, gone in a trice
A spoken word, as in a trance
A lingering, but loving glance
I hope you know, just how I feel
This love for you, I know is real


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