Royal Love

You treat Love
like a king.

You crown him
with your smile.

You rule him
with your kiss.

You make him wish
you were his queen.

You make Love
jealous.


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Your Song

sings always in me
even when you are silent,
even when you are away.
To me there is no sound
as soft as you,
no voice on earth
that gives my feet
such wings,
no whispered prayer
filled with so much promise.
Your voice is the pillow
on which I rest my heart,
the blanket with which
I warm my dreams,
the bed in which my soul
learns its nightly lesson
of everlasting love.



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