4.5.09

Love honed (14.2.06)

Loved honed


My love she speaks of unconditional

love

and rudiments of notions as such,

My love she knows

whatever the type

whatever the moment

joy or tear

    wipe,

That I am here,

without reservation,

and our love the cocoon

ensuring preservation,

Of something unique

never again known,

unconditionally true

to hearts

loved honed.

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