In Times Of Spite Poem by Vincent Miranda
In Times Of Spite
Wherever you are, whoever you'll be
I close my eyes, and you're all I see
In times of spite
Throughout the night
You're all I think about
In times of drought
For here, or there, to life everlast
My love for you could ever so vast
In this day, as I write this poem
I rid my life of its solemn
Whoever I am, whoever I'll ever be
Is yours forever, for Im complete
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5/16/2024 8:37:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice poem 👍