Love becomes deeper than its deepness
Its morning sun
Wide awake
Its beauty sleepless
It holds
A high standard
When challenged
It bravely speaks
Its spoken mind
Has no
Fainting spells
Its change of season
And misty rain
Comes swinging
Its baseball bat.
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deeper and deeper love. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.