My DearA Poem by Christopher Dillon GreenwayA love PeomMy dear, Come sit here. So I may hear The beautiful song Of the birds that is Your Voice.Now let me Braid my fingers through your hair, as We stare locked in each Other's sight.
And even now As I swripe the sweat from my brow, you Bow and smile. All the while I sit idle And think Though my muscles, May ache but my heart Never will, I get The trill of having you Right here my dear!
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Added on December 11, 2013Last Updated on January 23, 2014 Author
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