A Wish

Form: Decastich

To walk, your hand in mine, along the lane,
your strength embracing mine as autumn falls,
and sharing dreams before the winter's chill,
as aching hearts reveal the pain has gone,
finally, free to love with passion's flame.
To whisper secret nothings in your ear,
inhaling scent from your carefree perfume,
and kiss your lips in sweetest liberty.
To bring your morning coffee, see you smile,
it's simply this, baby, I love you
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