Thursday

a poem. 

The grass is greener where the cows sleep,
My mind is one on thing, and that’s you.
I love the shape of your face, your nose.
I can’t wait to have a night alone.
The walls between us need to come down
and the love needs to grow deeper.
The amount of love that is shared
is unbelievable. My mind is set on you
for a century. My heart sings  you 
to bed every night. 

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