Don't know what draws me
Towards you
When in the morn I see your
Face in a drop of dew
Drops of rain that hang from
Your swinging curl
I don't like to miss the beauty
When you take a stroll
When you take short strides
To the river side
I dream about you and wish to
Make you my bride
Let the wishes be granted, happy life ahead, keep sharing romantic poems, kindles the spirit to relive the lost moments, lively perfect 10
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That is beautiful, the feeling of love coming through your words, nicely penned. Annette