Friday, August 16, 2024

If She Were With Me

She is safe

In a gown

Against me

Surrender 

to the noir.

You are centered

where you are.

 

Gratitude I feel

Of your perception.

You're happy 

paramount.

Just the thing.

The air and the trees

primeval.

You haven’t been loved like. © GL 

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