Your face floats before me
in the darkening evening,
like a white, soft, exotic Lilly
gently parting the murky dusk,
growing up, reaching out
to gather the dying day's
last, sweet, mortal kiss.
Gather me to you, Love.
Let there be many evenings,
much softness, endless kisses.
- mce
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These exquisitely penned words are food for hungry the soul my friend.
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