Marvin Paul Mones

' Her Voice '

The wild bee reels from bough to bough with his furry coat and his gauzy wing, now in a lily-cup, and now setting a jacinth bell a-swing; sit closer love; it was here i trow, i made that vow, swore that two lives should be like one, as long as the sea, as long as the sunflower sought the sun, it shall be, i said, for eternity twixt you and me! Dear

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