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Hearts and Hands


Will you dance with me,
take a chance with me
our hearts entwined-
soul and mind
as one?


Touch me, see me!
For your fingertips
upon my lips
as gentle rain
sustain
me.


As we float through days
with gentle ways,
soft and warm-
what harm
could befall
us?


In twilight’s shadow
and golden hue
life’s sun shall
set on me and 
you
 ambling on
into the haze
and
looking back
on brilliant days-
a life well built,
well lived,
well loved.
Us. 

Happy Valentine’s Day! 
CKP words and images. 



Comments

  1. These are expressions of love and beauty. I hope you enjoy the weekend.

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  2. Happy belated Valentine's Day to you and hubby!

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    1. Thanks Mary. I hope you did something special yesterday.

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  3. Happy valentine's day Cheryl !

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  4. What a beautiful poem! You've made me smile ... turned my scowl into a semblance of a smile, at any rate. Thank you!

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    1. Thank you for visiting. I’m glad for having brought you a smile. I hope you’ll visit again. 😊

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