ConstantA Poem by TraceA collaboration with MsJewel from several years ago
His love is ever constant
warm in this passing from autumn to winter long branches bending to the wind catching me in a kiss his hair smelling of the summer his hands hotter than fire as I lay upon his golden bed weaving dreams from lilies and roses for he would never let me forget springtime… Her love is ever constant as the day falls cool to a winter sunset, soft as the silvery clouds teasing summer sweet as the dew on slivers of grass she gathers me in her gentle embrace like a bouquet of fresh cut irises innocent and glowing her tender heart filled with dreams and desires she welcomes me in springtime… Though seasons change love stays forever © 2026 Trace |
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Added on March 29, 2026 Last Updated on March 29, 2026 |

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