Precious Love

I wonder where the wonder’d go

if this love just ceased to flow?

Maybe this joy that’s in my heart

is but a glimpse of Gaia’s art.

The beauty of who I walk beside

as on life’s Journey we do ride.

Her beauty now rewrites my past

as into the future we journey fast.

Our future will hold nought but love

twixt this old man and his precious dove.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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