in poetry •  3 months ago

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Pink blooms make me think of you,
the promise of youth I remember.
Youthfulness and love so true,
when I proposed that December.

Innocence was your essence, I recall,
but at having our children, you were great.
Good music made you undress, and me fall,
so no more stories of this I will relate!

Original poem by LD (@sea-cottage)

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