Waterdrops fall softly from the old italian fountain, flowers bloom in the shade. I hold your hand white like marble as we sit under the cherry tree pink with blossom.Soft sunbeams light up your beauty of your face, we kiss and love sparkles in your green eyes, we are consumed in that moment of tenderness, my delight my beauty, my soul mate.
Michael Cochrane ©
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Wonderful piece from wonderful poet...This piece is so imagery...I love it!
you shown yr true heart with this one Bravo kudos