Daydreams of our realities
honey-coat my soul
in ever-flowing, slow-motion doses
countering the draining quotidian
as I give and give myself.
Your touch, your love,
your whisper, your smile
live within me, always
carry me that last mile,
strength lifted
into the arms of strength;
faith amalgamated
with faith,
against the sunset,
our silhouettes
refuse to fade,
pure love’s light,
two hearts of white.
Carry me home, love.
I wish to only be
your wife tonight.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise
“Your touch, your love,
your whisper, your smile
live within me, always
carry me that last mile,“
Awesomeness!
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This is really wonderful 🙂
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I’m so glad you thought so! 😊
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Too good ❤️
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Thank you! 💕
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So beautiful! 💓
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Faith amalgamated with faith – love this line especially 🙏🏻
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