Your sweet disarming naughty smile
with big brown twinky-twinkling eyes
you look at me as I look at you
butterflies come up like morning dew
wettening that which is still dry
watering whatever plants may try
to grow inside my soul, oh my
we cannot live from bread alone
We need Gods Holy spirit though
and I need yours too.
Every day
When does it ever stop?
May it never stop.
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