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 To My Love

 

 

If perchance
you seem to be
A love I passed
through history.

Would your eyes
gaze on mine,
remembering when..
I was thine.

Throbbing beats
within our breasts,
loving glances
would tell the rest.

My time with you
is an endless thing,
a golden circle
to me you bring.

But if we miss
the chance
this time around,
another one
will be found.

Bronzed in time,
that’s only

yours and mine
This love,our love
will last
            forever.

 

 

Kay Ekwall©1997

 

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