To be loved.

My heart calls your name,

You're the initial thought

That welcomes my mornings,

And guides me to my slumber.


You're the breath that sustains me,

The vital force that propels me forward,

In this arid world,

You rejuvenate my soul.


With your beauty, but above all, your affection,

How fortunate I am,

To have been graced with a woman like you.



      Written by Athalia

                                                Photo Credits ( Stephan Andreas)


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