Early Spring Loving 

I would lay on a bank of violets

entwined with my beloved.

We would caress and kiss

amidst their sweet scent.


I would not my sweet so 

lie in the early Spring,

chilled and soaked by a purple speckled

mound. Lets away

 to lie on a woollen wrap,

as passion’s sweet scent mingles 

with a log blazed fire.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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