Three Hundred and Sixty Five Days
For Jeremiahbull and the precious love we share. Three hundred and sixty five days, Fifty two weeks, Two souls met Each held a key.They seemed to fit Like a lost puzzle piece, Like a déjà vu from a forgotten dream. They had a natural rhythm, Their minds in sync. They spoke the same language,In the same melody. Like the leaves and trees And flowers and bees, Nature ruled over them And a root grew from a seed. Their home was their hearts, Their hearts lovingly decreed;...