with your kindness you gave me fresh air,
I just took in new breath, with your prayer
You rekindle my heart in a deep warmth
My dear Jane,
You’re very sweet
You’re very beautiful
You’re so kind
I can’t even rhyme with this feeling
Thank you is all I can
Keep telling you,
Your patience is deep
Like the Mississippi,
A history of long stories
That I long to read.
How are your stories?
How is your angel?
The one driving against the aching breeze of time with the green water awaiting her halo?
Thank you my dear Jane.
Love, your Edward
About the Creator
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Nice😊💕