Acme
We stare into each others eyes,
our amber-colored eyes,
the ones with garden iris longings,
when reveling in memories we sculpted one by one.
Neon moonlight walks and sweeping mountain paths,
orange red clouds that fluttered over zesty morning hearts,
Ice pink salmon picnics in chalk downlands.
Days we danced on silver desert strands,
blossom feathered doves who wrote the soundtrack to our bliss.
Golden wedding peaks about to acme,
as we lightly float on ink blue satin sheets.
Us passengers in twilight worlds beyond forever more.
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Oh my gosh, MyNAh, so
Regina
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Dear Regina,
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