My heart beats for you
My red-haired angel
Who closes your eyes
When you laugh
And still looks at me
Like I am your sunrise
Years ago our first kiss
pulled you into my heart.
The taste of your lips
the warmth of your soul
have been my life.
When the poet in me
dreams of love
it dreams of you.
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9/21/2017 was my wife and my 42nd anniversary.
You glide gently through the seasons
Disguised by your maturity
But you can’t hide away from me
You carefree laughing girl of youth
Your eyes dance through my soul
Your love caresses my heart
Your lips kiss away my burdens
Your smile unleashes my dreams
I have known you throughout the ages
Yet you surprise me each new day
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