On teardrops and rose petals,
I come to you, slipping
through your window, just
past the morning dew.
I touch you with a whisper,
kiss you with my heart,
an echo from the past,
a promise in the dark. Your
body moves alongside me,
beyond the years and
past the many miles
in this place where first
kisses burn eternal
and pure love
cannot be denied.
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Published by Susan McElhaney
I love my kids, NYC, writing, photography, movies, baseball and cream cheese. I am a mom and a wife. I have a bachelors degree in English and Journalism and a masters degree in School Counseling. For over 20 years, I have served as the Communications and Marketing Director at a trade school. I love travelling, and dreaming.
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