the
things that i have written beneath the sheltering sky
like
when i have been smitten by the twinkle in her eye
wherein
the softest kitten is the thing that makes her sigh
and
days unfurl within the swirl of everything sublime
the
mantle and the centerpiece, a house is not a home
wooden
frames on streets with names are nothing but a clone
the
hand that trims the christmas tree is where the heart will roam
a
heartfelt hug, a fit that’s snug outweighs a weighty tome
where
being blue in missing you is evidence of love
the
artists and their artistry become the mourning dove
where
meaning and exactitude become the lesson learned
the
verdict read, juries dismissed and court has been adjourned
a
tender touch can mean so much when all but this has burned
and
love becomes the rainbow’s end that's just around the turn
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