
A gift to my eyes
what a surprise.
Just standing here
holding you near.
My heart you’ve blessed
without request.
Who would have guessed
you’re the best.
A gift to my eyes
what a surprise.
Just standing here
holding you near.
My heart you’ve blessed
without request.
Who would have guessed
you’re the best.
“My heart you’ve blessed
without request.” – This is like the definition of serendipity.
Great poem!
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Thank you ❤
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