We spend the nights
in deep conversations with the moon
while we wait for a shooting star
to come racing though our horizon.
And at day, we tread through
cracked pavements with careful steps
searching for a dandelion to pluck,
while the sun gleams gaily on our back.
Oh prayers tossed into the air,
wishes sent away to the angels’ lair;
how odd it is we wait, expectant
and eager to see, the moment
when we can say, we found love,
unexpectedly.
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For emily! :D @uhhhkristina was here.
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#Hold Me #Jamie Grace
