A love poem to the wonderful man that I vow my heart to.

The morning calls as the doves sing a marital tune.

The fresh sound and smell of love in the air of a rose field.

What a splendid sight? It smells fresh like a warm summer morning.

There shall I love you under the fresh stars of my mind with a kiss of the light.

I shall thank you for your kindness and time.

My heart remains yours Meine Leibe.

We are to flames that work and bind even when the time is tough and unmoving.

I love you my dear<3

-Clown26 (06/07/26)

@creativeScarf316