Love Story
From the corner of my vision you rise
steamy with dream waves of love mysteriously
floating from your smile and gleaming in your eyes.
The passion doesn't fade; to my secret amazement
but rather grows like moss on the north facing
tree...nobly holding my hand thru the tears.
Imagine your whispering laughter...grinning with
"Honey, all trees face north on one side."
Copyright ©2004 Christina Kay Brown
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