Mike Lowry


On a daily basis the gleam of your smile peers through my blinds, slowly, until the warmth of your touch caresses the room. Until thoughts of you fill the vast space of my dreams, and for a moment I am allowed a glimpse of heaven. And I begin to wonder, do angles fall in love?
And at this moment your beauty graces the morning sun and my fingers begin to dance through the tangled forest that holds the secrets to life, to love, to my heart; and I am enticed by that which causes my heart to skip

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