Cherry Pie - Poem by Patricia Kelley
This is my life being his wife.
We like taking it easy,
Eating our cherry pie,
We tell no lies.
He likes to hold me tight.
He kisses me right.
I like his kisses, and watching him eat my cherry pie.
We never, say goodbye.
We always end our conversation with, I love you!
Our love always feels new.
Fresh as a gentle rain,
In spring that runs rivers through my veins.
With each rain, I feel my heartbeat.
Our love is sweet!
As eating a fresh cut piece of cherry pie.
With each bite, I feel the love on my lips.
Sipping from sweet Heaven's wine!
Our life entwined.
Knowing you're mine.
I'm craving another piece of cherry pie.
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