By Joshua A. Apolonio
Your heart always makes me love you.
Shirley, love, our life must go on.
You and I on a bed like lawn;
To thee, your love is my virtue.
Shirley, my love, you’re always new.
I see your eyes on morning dawn.
Happiness on the face you’ve drawn;
Shirley Hamilton, love is true.
Your deep love makes me want to be
Part of you because you are here
For me always and all the time.
Shirley Hamilton, you’re with me
Because I love you without fear
And your heart is a golden dime.
No comments:
Post a Comment