Ken e Hall
...*a Pocketful Of Miracles*... - Poem by Ken e Hall
Butterflies in our centre takes our breath away
Eye's mirrored in beauty disable our defences,
The moment thru open windows sways silence
We can no longer hear the ticking clock.
The beating of our hearts commands everything,
Folding down side by side we float into surrealism
A dream of wonder, loveliness tingles our bodies,
The fruit of our love runneth over so beautiful.
Nothing else matters I love you, you love me,
We are in an envelope sealed with a kiss,
In dreams, in dreams on the honeymoon train,
The universe is ours not to miss.
Thru stars, over rainbows, down lovers lane,
Never once letting the feelings go,
Always hand in hand for ever and ever,
Like children with a pocketful of miracles.
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