Never wanted to drop a key for you
to my soul
You lit me up...turned the door
Rest is up to the imagination
How...why...did God...
Allow this
I do not know
Mystery on how I can hear you thoughts
Voice is coming clear
Like a pink rose attached to a card
A perfect Forget- me- knot
Oh what else is in store...

Four times you crossed a line
Laughter you gave me
Someday another ride towards the
morning sun
Till it drops evenings would be
Divine
Hear your thoughts...
How close are you to me
Maybe we can connect
Phone number starts with a six
Ends with a six...
FaceTime me..
Ready to make some memories
Here is a duplicate key...
© Cynthia A. Sakacs 3-15-2021
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