The Love I Have

November 7, 2017

The love you have is yours,

Yet you give it away to me.

Adding love to mine,

never dividing.

Flowers grow in the gardens,

yet no rain falls.

For your sun shines

and our joy like birds.

The love I have is yours,

angelic and free,

frolicking.

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