Rebalance those delightful hands connect thee, and let it be free, The ability to see the structure of faith to begin, allow thought to think on the eyes sparked flare each other, checking on the moonlight, one wind acclaim eternal love surroundings close enough to tell the untold story reveals, they’d stand tall together, recite a poem would be unspoken for, woo and swept their feet, attach slightly lips carried onward bestows, and gracefully smooth
Written by
Michael
James Brindley
12-17-24
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