Her
Her, a vision of loveliness i must concur, an odor of the finest myrrh.
I can feel her presence in the air. I call to her I only hear whispers her
face is but a blur.
One of life's beautiful themes, walking, holding hands by living streams
under multi-colored sunbeams. Like hand and glove a love that can
only come from above, making the perfect team, I awake from a dream.
Her, a vision of loveliness...Where?
Copyright © Milton Robertson | Year Posted 2020
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