My Love..

I hear the whisper of your tread,
When morning dew soaks your lace,
I breath the fragrance of your grace,
As your hair glide over the morning breeze.
I smile ,my heart leaps a beat,
O’ The wait is over, it is a festive treat,
Lo’ My love is here with me again.

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