cherry blossom pink of sunrise mornings with you, I love you so, like the sun loves the clouds in the morning dew,
August afternoons spent in beer coloured hues, oh I love the sight, the feel, the taste of you,
Winter evenings, briskly dressed, following some tumbling around cosy quilts and warm wine that was left too long for breath, the dark red bottle, the crimson lipstick, the second guessing in the darkness, the subdued kisses,
Candlelit dinners, sweet gold flickering, oh how I love you in every single lighting.
About the Creator
Charlotte Eden
Big imagination,
black and white words,
grateful for each day as it unfurls.
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