I took the full fruit
Of my love
And held it out to you.
You took it mildly
Eyes downcast
As only you might do.
I took your chin
Within my palm
To lift your face to mine.
I beheld
Your angel eyes
A look within, sublime.
I sat with you
In the rays
Of a golden, setting sun.
You took my hand
And I knew then
Your heart was fairly won.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
I Knew Then
Posted by The Dashboard Poet at Tuesday, April 30, 2013
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