I'm no poet, but I wrote a poem.
April Sunset
Lover, our love is like that sunset
Cast across the canvas of my soul
As it is in the sky.
It has an untold beginning and end
Unfolding
With mystery and surprise.
It is ineffable, unreliable, un-relivable, and totally real.
It is perfect.
As is this moment.
Lover, our love is like that sunset
Cast across the canvas of my soul
As it is in the sky.
It has an untold beginning and end
Unfolding
With mystery and surprise.
It is ineffable, unreliable, un-relivable, and totally real.
It is perfect.
As is this moment.
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