I would write poetry for you,
as passion kindled anew
it was though I had huddled next to a fire
surrounded by frigid wilderness,
my heartbeat thundered
amongst snow crested trees
as verse not yet written
echoed in my mind.
Now, I cast gifts of words at your feet
for I have little more
and this is a fortune you say.
Day becomes night, night becomes day,
turning to years, feeling your touch, a brushing
of my soul, with loving preservation.
I pray this flame never dies.










i'm sure i did..but if you didn't catch the memo..maybe these
will answer...
[yes..i'm a big daddy's girl 







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