SaturdaySymphony#34 hosted by Jude
Looking into your eyes, I see the natural beauty within grown over centuries, built to birth many nations. Our eyes could see a development to be made by the laying of the land in trusted savage hands.
Words whispered into shouts turning our hearts and worlds inside out. Where love could not be nurtured with a texture of grace but toiled with darkness underneath and above you could see it on my face.
Giving what you need and what I want something beautiful and lush growing from your bud to flower in your lushest garden soil and we can build an industry of love.
Lips taste and sip from your flowing waters fall, run smooth and deep through my fingers as I cup your chin to guide your kiss down the path of my constructed plans.
Knowing love can hurt each of us, we forged ahead building and cultivating faith and trust; to not let love destroy us.
By Pamelap
Your Plate or Mine 
Beautiful poem.
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Thank you so much! I am not able to post and comment as often during this busy time with school, but I appreciate you and your comments!! 🙏💖💖
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You’re most welcome
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A beautiful, heartfelt piece, Pamelap. I really liked this. I hope you are well. Xx 💓🌼💓
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Thank you my dear friend! Continued prayers and love to you!! ❤️❤️🙏
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Thank you, Pamelap. You are so kind and your love and prayers mean a lot to me. Love to you, also Xx 💜💐💙
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You are so welcome my dear! Love and hugs 🤗💖💝
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