Treasure Island

craig moon


Destiny


Destiny is a word that has been on my mind....
which is a word Iv always believed in,
as fate can be so very kind......

So I'll work even harder,
and sow all the seeds,
until the flowers of my love,
bloom in your heart, as I believe.....

For am so glad you are growing comfortable,
As I hoped one day you would feel.
As I comfort your gentle spirit,
with my words you know are sincere.

So sit back and relax my love,
and enjoy this special time.
For you are my destiny's child,
for whom Iv longed for all the while......

So ill write for my poems my love,
like I'v done so many time's.
Until we sail of into the sunset
to fufill our destiny's
As our souls in gentle love entwine......??

Submitted: Thursday, January 26, 2012

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