In passing...
Driving in...
Morning
Passing the field, filled
With those purple flowers.
We never did name them.
Now,
With summer
Easing into autumn
They are fading.
Yet our love grows.
I remember
The moments spent
With you
Discovering us.
Let it always be so.
Morning
Passing the field, filled
With those purple flowers.
We never did name them.
Now,
With summer
Easing into autumn
They are fading.
Yet our love grows.
I remember
The moments spent
With you
Discovering us.
Let it always be so.
Labels: I love Erin
1 Comments:
Nicely done M'Love. I love hearing from you in poetry, especially in words that you penned yourself.
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