She wakes in the Glimmering Gold
Of new morning, Lost in the Reverie
Of Sleepless Nights
and His Tender Love;
She feels the Caressing Breeze,
A Gentle Reminder of his Lingering Presence
As Trembles greet the morning light
And Sighs Mingle with Sweet Memory.
He is the Prince of her Heart,
Her Passion and Breathless Joy,
All in All in All,
To Love,
To Hold,
To Share Sleepless Nights,
Forever
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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Photography by Henry Asencio
This conveys such love…such depth. Beautiful!
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I am so Blessed to finally have found this sort of Love 🙂 Thank You 🙂
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Loveliness in poetry 😊💛
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🙂 Thank You so much 🙂
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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Thank You John 🙂
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You are very graciously welcome.
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The Prince of her heart! So happy for you, Willow. This is lovely.
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🙂 Thanks so much 🙂 Yep, He definitely is ❤
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Awesome, Morgan! (Sorry about the name slip. Aarrgghh!)
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LOL no worries….Charlotte ;P 🙂
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