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Always Loving One Another

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .

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Whenever he became as gruff,

as a wild mustang on the run,

gently she would smile,

brush back his hair and say -


Make me sing like a guitar strumming,

make me feel like the rising sun,

on a crystal, clear summer morning

and love me as gently as a stream -

running through a meadow of wildflowers.


Their love was fine anyway,

they fit together walking and talking,

when they kissed their passion lit off sky rockets -

to the heavens sprinkling the bright stars about.


When the stormy days came

and it seemed the rains wouldn’t go away,

their stubbornness apparent,

they’d look at one another,

she’d sigh in frustration and say -


Make me sing like a guitar strumming,

make me feel like the rising sun,

on a crystal, clear summer morning

and love me as gently as a stream -

running through a meadow of wildflowers.


The music for them would go on and on,

holding hands and running barefoot,

through the meadow in the early morn,

while he placed a crown of fresh-picked daisies upon her head

and made her his queen.



© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee

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