As the official day has been and gone, I can do what I would do anyway - for you Mi Mariposa
I don't know how in words to say how deep my love runs for you
Too hard to replicate in verse what I know is so true
I do know that my love's intense for you, my angel of the skies
You are so beautiful, my perfect little butterfly
So many images I can recall, of special times we shared
How sacred I felt as you showed how you cared
For me, for us and what we could truly be
Together as one in blissful harmony
I love to watch you while you sleep, content and purring like a mouse
Dreaming of what I'd never try to second guess, our house?
Our future? or perhaps something quite within our reach
Memories of times not long gone, playing laughing on a beach
I wish there was a way that I could collect time, I know just what I'd do,
Save every hour till eternity passed, so I could spend them with you,
I love more than words can say, you are my world my special love
Mi Mariposa, take my heart, my passion and most of all my love.
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Your Mariposa is indeed a lucky woman. I'm sure all women will agree with me, there is no "official" day for such beautiful messages, they are most welcome any time.
Quand monsieur le Temps
Un beau jour de printemps
Fait d'une simple enfant
Presque une femme,
Dans le songe bleu
D'un avenir joyeux
Fermant les yeux
Elle soupire au fond de l'âme...
C’est beau l’amour !
Aaaaaaah.
Ahh beautiful.
See - It's not all ranting ;-)
Ah bless, what a lovely Non-Valentines Day Poem x
*whispers*
bit of the old jim croce there, eh? i won't tell.
*tip-toes out*
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