Just one creamy morning kiss,
one evergreen afternoon,
a slice of honeydew.
Our marriage is cheese and wine;
love’s good-humored fondue.
Million years to reminisce
this cogent cordon bleu;
savor what is mine.
And if it don’t work out,
spend a lifetime missing you.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
dVerse~Poet’s Pub | Quadrille 159 – Learn to Labor – or is it Labor to Learn?
44 words “work”~After Bettye Swanne
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