Poetry

Love Never Forgotten (#1289)

If talking is but an angel’s voice, then singing must be divine,
And if not I’m still more than proud to call you mine,
For you are no less an angel in my eyes,
Lucky, your home exists with me instead of the endless skies,
Day to day, sometimes I forget what a miracle you are,
Forgive me this when my reality goes tragically off par,
You’re an undeserved blessing to have and to hold,
It’s comforting to know that together we’ll grow old,
There are only so many ways I can say I love you,
But no matter the time, the place, or the method it’s all true,
Unknown as to how you’ve captured my beating heart,
Somehow you inched your way into every nook and part,
I may scream or yell, but in the end, it doesn’t matter,
You have my loyal heart on a silver platter,
It may seem that sometimes my thoughts and feelings I hide,
But please know that I’m happy to call you my beloved bride.

Any Thoughts?

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