Untold - Poem by Christopher Withers
in lieu of gifts and flowered word,
in my stead i'll place your care.
at each dawn i'll hold you near,
talking of our love so clear.
at each noon i'll hold your hand,
sharing of the day we'd planned.
after noon when we sit close,
your troubles i will comfort most.
on the eve we'll laugh and joke,
sharing smiles with other folk.
and as night falls and sleep takes hold,
my Love for you remains untold.
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