With You, by Patty Bokern
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With you, my love
I wish to grow old
Sharing a Saturday night
Fingers entwined
Serenaded by cicadas
Enveloped in the honeysuckled perfume
Spotlighted by the moon.
With you, my love
I wish to grow old
Sharing the Sunday paper
Minds entwined
Serenaded by laughter
Enveloped in the coffee scented aroma
Spotlighted by the sun.
With you, my love
I wish to grow old
Sharing our lives together
Hearts entwined
Serenaded by angels
Enveloped in the warmth of desire
Spotlighted by God’s love.
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| Posted: 2008-09-09 18:46:18 UTC |
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