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My Love
My love, don't make me a distant memory.
Don't make me someone
To cross your mind occasionally.
A passing thought,
A short-lived smile
That stretches across
The lips I used to kiss
As you make your
Morning coffee and think of how
I used to take mine.
I dont want to be a distant memory,
A butterfly on a spring day that touches Your mind then flies away.
I am your past.
I am your present.
I am your future.
I am here.
I am yours.
Now until forever.
Don't make me someone
To cross your mind occasionally.
A passing thought,
A short-lived smile
That stretches across
The lips I used to kiss
As you make your
Morning coffee and think of how
I used to take mine.
I dont want to be a distant memory,
A butterfly on a spring day that touches Your mind then flies away.
I am your past.
I am your present.
I am your future.
I am here.
I am yours.
Now until forever.
Published 13th Apr 2022
| Edited 1st Jan 2023
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19th Dec 2022 9:08pm
"A butterfly on a spring day that touches Your mind then flies away"
I liked the tenderness of both nature and spirituality in this line. Too often I've admired a butterfly, pausing for a moment to enjoy it.
Great work.
I liked the tenderness of both nature and spirituality in this line. Too often I've admired a butterfly, pausing for a moment to enjoy it.
Great work.
28th Dec 2022 7:22pm
