Shape Unto Thy Resort My Truest Love,
That Fitting, It Should Fit Like Silken Glove,
With Affection in my Heart that Knows this Joy,
As the Sun does Bless, His Charms Blessing Employ;
Yet, no Toy is He, who Gives my Life Full Measure,
And Giving, Gives, to Supply such Ample Pleasure
Unto this Heart which, Beating, Beats for Thee;
While Love is Distant, Love Must Patient Be,
Until such Time as Heaven Knows Fair Hour,
This Love, in Blooming, Shall Bloom Sweet, and Flower.
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork By: Barbara Florczyk
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Another wonderfully written poem from my blog-friend, Morgan. Please click the link to read more of her beautiful work!
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You are so wonderfully Kind…Thank You Ever so much Melody š
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You are most welcome! š
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Morgan, this is beautiful. I love “This Love, in Blooming, Shall Bloom Sweet, and Flower” – so promising, tender, and sweet.
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There I go being a Hopeful Romantic again š ā¤ Thanks Ever So Much Michelle!!
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Nothing wrong with being a romantic.
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The beautiful photo speaks your eloquent poem– This Love, in Blooming, Shall Bloom Sweet, and Flower.
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Thank You Ever so Much š
Blessings, my Friend~
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Sincerely beautiful, this flows so nicely and the photo so soft.
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Heartfelt Thanks, My dear Friend š
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