In the liquid silver stream of your love
I rest awhile
And feel my body become light
Floating where it will
No fire can put it to rout
Though fierce it tried
Upheld by love’s strong hand
I find my way
To that place where sorrow
Cannot darken my path
Nor tears mark my face
A place of light
Silky smooth
Glowing
Never ending
A beautiful and uplifting piece
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very nice poem, Lorraine ❤
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Oh Lorraine! We all want to be trapped in that silver stream of love!!
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We certainly do Val ❤️❤️
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