You’re the first thought of my morning
The last thought of my night

When things are  topsy turvey

And when they go just right.

You're the fragrance of a flower

The song a blue bird sings

My gold at the end of a rainbow

The beauty of all good things.

Why do I deserve such luxury

So graciously given to me

I'm just a simple mortal soul

As humble as I can be.

You mean so very much to me

My dearest dream come true

My heart is yours forever

It's my gift of love to you.

All my love!

Ginny Bryant©

Journey Of Love

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