A beautiful morn at 6:07, a precious angel came down from heaven; he quickly encountered the awe of the room; he stole my heart after embracing my womb.
Tag: love
I Would Kiss You, Poetry by Joseph Ouellette
I would kiss you as stars touch light to light
as waves share a soft drench night
as snows touch pine boughs
as night winds touch long grass
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