by Avery Lynn

Created on: October 13, 2008   Last Updated: November 07, 2008

Dear Love,

I think it's not too nice
that I must sneak up in the night
and when I do you like to run
to keep me from having too much fun.

Dear Love,

You can, oft times, be
something very hard to see
and me dressed in nature's decor
You run from me 'cross leafy floor.

Dear Love,

I muse and then I ponder
back and forth as I begin to wonder
where my Dear Love starts to end
and where real love for my wife begins.

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