GloMag GloMagMarch2019 - Page 184

The walls had imprints of a wild forest The lights softly singing a love chorus. There was laughter and so much soul So much conversation with little told. Of such evenings I dreamed each day Of love I hoped that would never stray. And in the twinkle of your eye Fuck! I saw the earth, sun and sky! In rise and fall of our breath Did we promise unto death? The chairs were far and so were our hands But distance, souls rarely understand. 184