Monday, January 31, 2011

Love Poem by John Scollo

The song of birds does fill the air
As flowers blossom full and fair
A gentle tickle comes without
My wife I love: there is no doubt.
Her smile spreads across her face
And quickly fills the whole of space.

Two days have gone without regret
My love has snared me in a net
I know that time may make it tough
But we will love, through smooth and rough.

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