Scribe

You ask how I could write of love
and you.
And I think about how I can hear
your laugh in the songs of morning birds,
your smile in the silvery glow of the moon,
your eyes in the precious earth I call home,
and your freckles, like pearlescent constellations
in the night sky.
You ask how I could write of love
and you,
and I think,

How could I not?

~LT

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