the colour of our lives

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sixteen rhyming lines

A love poem; written for our sixteenth wedding anniversary

In the cool birdsong morning air
you nestled in the bed’s cocoon
only showing copper-gold hair.
Gentle breath-noise sang a tune

that raised in me desire to touch
those shining curls, caress and kiss
your sleep-warm skin. In every such
moment of joy, before we miss

the dawn voice of the Holy Ghost,
I want to hold time forever.
His light is where we see most
clearly; find that we would never

want to leave the human love
that He has given us. Sixteen
years of growing into us; enough
to build a living dream.

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