grabbing mine
we walk on the dirt pathway
Your tattered
Keats poetry
the itchy wool blanket
Stars
swirling above
our heads in the dark sky
Deep
hazel eyes
staring deep into my soul
A caputured moment
two lovers
entwined in each others arms
Your hand
reaches for my chin
we kiss, everlasting enduring
~ ceil alexander
*Dedicated to William where ever you may be
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