Fond Thoughts

I well recall the way it started

Love moved in quite bold-hearted,

Overwhelmed me in a rush,

Voicing airs like some sweet thrush

Emanating from above.

Given thus a beginning so brash,

Each moment then our love should crash

Reason says. Love grew instead

Refreshed by friendship and said,

“You are my own sweet love.”

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