Conspicuously cloying
Thus how l took your expressions
at the commencement
of our LOVE’S Chronicles

But, I could now smell
the perfect peony
on your body
on my bed
in the last words you
whispered to me
in a sweet promising voice

Your last gaze
was full of romantic lyrics
Everything keeps on repeating
Itself in my dreams
Your love makes everything I imagine real
Making me wish the earth could loose its axis
For a chain of all night long experience

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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