The Love We Make

The Love We Make
(for peanut)

my mind still spins,
my heart it aches
with the memory of
the love we make

hasten back to me
dear heart of mine
and bring the love
for which I pine

for a single day
is far too much
to go without
your loving touch

Category: By the Poetic Fool, Romance | 2 comments

  • Sannel says:

    So beautiful Rick! With words like these, I’m sure you two will be rejunited once again, very soon. Hugs, Sannel


  • poeticfool says:

    I do hope so, Sannel! Thanks for reading and the sentiments, my friend.


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