Poetry

Love When (#98)

When thinking of you, time seems to fly,
When waiting for you, time runs dry,

When I’m with you, time won’t go slow to suffice,
After all being with you, well- you’re sugar and spice,

Love is the canvas that I enjoy painting with you,
You are my palette, far beyond red, yellow or blue,

Our life together is but an unending score,
Each day is a note, and together we make music soar,

When holding you, I hold the world and everything in it,
Because you are the sunlight that keeps my world lit.

Any Thoughts?

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