When I see your face
My soul is warm
You set my pace
You give me form
You and I just fit
When we part
My soul dies a bit
You are my art
As we sit in warm sand
We look eye to eye
I take you by the hand
We each let out a sigh
We know our love is rife
You are my wife
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Carmen Elmer
Traveler, writer, historian, photographer, and cook. I will write about anything, but prefer to spin off personal experiences from life, work, and family.
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