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Gift of You
Contributed by
rhyme_me_to_sleep
on
Monday, 30th August 2004 @ 09:03:17 PM in AEST
Topic:
AnniversaryPoems
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Sweet gentle lamb, sweet singing dove, sing out the glories of our true love. Fly so high among clouds of white, whisper softly far into the night.
Tender is your touch so light, beauty, your eyes in the pale moon light. Lingering taste upon my lips, tracing your form with my finger tips.
Memories of love, the song of that night never to leave my soul, treasured with all of my might.
What passed between us, the angels did sing, was more than just a lustful fling. No pain at our parting, no regretes or remorse. Only loving thoughts, and the thankfulness of, the time of bliss, and the magic of our kiss.
Nevermore but in the mind and memory of, our brief and beautiful time of love.
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2004-08-30 21:03:17] (Date/Time posted on
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