K, i don't like to pretend my poetry is some great literary achievement, it's just what comes to my head.
Joy.
A love most magnificent,
the aspiration of happiness,
Our genuine ambition
Breaths from you.
It takes command of my heart and
Within It's grasp
I know true love.
It stays with me when we part,
It walks with me when I walk away.
It follows me into the night, and is the
Companion to my dreams.
My love for you remains
the cause
the reason
the essence
of Joy.
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Yay! You finally posted! Keep it comin' Julia, I know you have more good stuff floating around that little brain of yours.
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