Sunday, February 14, 2021

Forty-nine:

49

This just to say

I still want to hold

your hand as we 

walk into the years.

Kiss your lips

in the dark

when I climb 

into bed. See 

your eyes looking

back at me when 

I turn my head. 

Hold your heart

in mine like

the day we wed.


Markle~

14February2021

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