Oct 30, 2020
I donβt do it often, but I wrote a thing ... itβs a bit cheesy, please be nice ...
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That a mountain meadow, in full spring bloom, should feel so sweet as the thrill of your smile;
The sun on my face, so warm as the light from your eyes;
That the dew of a misty forest, thick with fog, should smell as heavenly as your perfume;
The song of spring birds, so magical as the music of your laugh ... your whisper, breathed in my ear;
These things I wonder, these things I know, as I think of you - My Dear.
