Hand And Glove Poem by Walter C. Edwards

Hand And Glove



When does a love,
fit you so well,
like a tailored suite,
as a hand and glove,
smiles all day long,
sing to me as lesser ears might hear,
with a soft solemn silk voice,
as a kiss on my cheek,
deep loving eyes,
over a worried brow,
So, out the door I must go now.

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