I’m not the person who walks with you through autumn leaves
In the old park near the school where children play in innocent reverie;
I’m not the man mingling souls with the lady of all his dreams,
But I am the man who desires such things.
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Awww.....sigh! You are just the most romanic of Romantics Uriah! Love ya....Tai still sighing over that last line, caught in your ocean of loving thoughts
This is just beautiful Uriah, so soulful and sad, but with hope in the air. Lovely read. Thank you. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX