I've been writing A LOT of poems recently, and this is my latest, written yesterday. With the turning of the tides, With the wax and wane of the nightly moon, With the coming and going of passing seasons, You’re what I hold on to. As the world spins fast around the sun, Within your gaze it seems to stand still. Your sweet smile could calm the storms; Your loving voice, make the mountains ...

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