Finding Love Poem by mark anthony st. rose

I had found you on a lost golden day,
not looking for love not wanting to stay,
my adrift upon a broken plank lonely shores,
you dived in and rescued me opened your doors
of love that sailed with the beauty of the wind,
and soul breathed my lungs darkness rescind.

I had surely found love on a lost golden day,
imagine I wasn't looking not wanting to stay.


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