On Love
I begin this poem not knowing where
Love enters in, to hold so very dear
One in my heart, and yet that I do
Very truly, from the time I did woo
Every memory of that day, rain fall
Your smile, standing by the sea wall
Our nearness, as we came ever close
Under the umbrella, and who knows
Kisses could have been, were soon
After walking by the light of the moon
That late summer, from being so coy
And then embrace, kiss, passion came
Love was burning like a candle flame
I still light a candle, every Sunday eve
Now and forever, your heart on my sleeve.
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