Once, at the rising of the sun
You were here with me
In my dreams of wonder love.
Twice, at the setting of the sun
I will be there with you
In our realities of loving happily ever after
Here in my arms made of
Warmth of love for you and only you.
Then you will know
That we are here for us
And we were meant for us.
I crawl You walk
And we talk nothing but love
Certain, till end of our breath.
Mild and ladyness
Meek and tenderness
Respect and fieryness
You whispered whispers of...
I love you.
Francis Julian Zewu
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