Oh How this Love Spills from My Heart,
Longing to Touch Your Beautiful Hands,
Yearning to Kiss Your Perfect Mouth,
Aching to Gaze, Hour after Hour, Into Your Exquisite Eyes.
Passion Builds, Yet Passion of Love,
Of Honesty, Of Simplicity,
Of Pining to Know You for You;
The Man I See Behind the Facade;
The Man my Heart Already Knows;
The Man my Spirit Recognized
The First Time I Saw You.
Oh How this Love Spills from My Heart,
Full and Sweet,
And Incomplete.
~Morgan~
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Your poem is soo beautiful. Your readers can feel the intensity of emotion and the pain. When I got to the end of you wonderful poem i thought the guy must be an idiot!
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Thank You ever so much Kevin 🙂 He isn’t. He simply doesn’t know…yet 🙂
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❤ Thanks George ❤
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My pleasure to read and share. One day I may learn enough to write like you and others. then again I might even grow up one day, although writing is more likely to occur)))))))))))))))))))) <33333333333333
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Gorgeous expression of true love.
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