Lazing By The Well
This love, our love
so understated
but all consuming
A stick of rock
it's written right through me
and always has been
Reaching out a hand
to feel
your hand waiting
A tide
I’ll always return
A well
I’ll always refill
your bucket
with love
All my wants, all my needs
melt into a single thought
All my hopes and dreams
collide inside the fact
you exist
I reach out my hand
...
Thursday 19th January 2023 2:16 pm
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