Our Dying Day Poem by Ray Hansell

Our Dying Day



You take me into your arms
You gently kiss my lips
When you go away
It's you I always miss

The way that you caress my face
The way you run your fingers through my hair
Your silent way of telling me
How much you really care

I hope that you and I
Can always stay this way
Living life in love
Until our dying day


2-15-19/RjH

Tuesday, February 26, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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Ray Hansell

Ray Hansell

New Jersey
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