Love wraps arms of finest lace
about bare shoulders lacking grace
Love thinks not of it's good name
nor cares if it is sullied or shamed
Love only sees a heart bereaved
Love is not famed,
still fills the need
I stumbled on this poem I wrote last year and when all else fails at conveying a message my heart has been longing to write, this poem says it all...
I pray I will wear this lovelace always...and find shoulders in need of its delicate drape.
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