Love Writes The Page.

My love's beyond

the misted glass,

where nothing more

than dreams, can pass.


My love's within

a music box,

to which no key

can turn the lock.


My love's a star

that rides the sky,

no wish can reach

to hold the eye.


My love's a light

that gilds a stage

where love, and loved

now write the page.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

As always for the same ' special man. '

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