The place we loved

Thinkings and poems 1 Minute

Oh, strong the paintings etched on my stone heart
By your warm hands that held me in the night
There is no virtue for the merely smart
Oh,joyous memories melt my stoney heart
Nothing but our love will more love start
Love is measured but not on a chart
Pray for grace and ask for gifts of light
Oh,rich the shapes embroidered on my heart
By your warm hands that held me in the night

Published by Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation

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