Midnight Musings of Love
Exploring the Depths of Yearning and Devotion
Thoughts of you make the witching hour a sanctuary,
Where love fills a cup, reserved for our lips,
Call it wishful dreaming,
Or the sweet fruition of our desires,
This sacred space I often seek,
Polishing memories like gems, each time anew,
Revealing warmth and truth in their glow,
Late in the hour, you consume my thoughts,
Your words, a gentle caress, your eyes ablaze,
Spelling out L~O~V~E,
An ancient ritual, sung by broken souls,
Yet you, an enigma in spirit and form,
Captivate my mind entirely,
Dreaming, wishing, bringing our love to fruition,
Each thought, a sacred vow, binding us closer, here and now.
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T. E. Door
I am a writer who is driven by my passion to unravel all understanding of each individual’s narrative I encounter, especially those involving children’s education. I express my love for writing, through poetry, essays, and short stories.
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