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Mid File ... By Her Love ... Bruce DeBoer
There are many days, with nought but white skies.
Ambience dull and lifeless, for I'll tell you no lies.
Challenging days, when the photographer needs to scheme.
For it is days with blue skies, for which we all must dream.
There are many days, I am caught wet in the rain.
'Tis on these days, old joints really feel the pain.
On these days, rain brings forth beautiful flowers.
Sharpening the senses, increasing emotional powers.
Winter days appear so short, and forbiddingly dark.
'Tis on these days I am restricted, to walk the park.
These days provide a stark, yet rich tapestry tone.
Proving once more, that we are never alone.
There are some days that feel, just too cold.
'Tis on these days, I can feel increasingly old.
These are the days your warmth, I especially appreciate.
Specific emotions, to which we all relate.
My days are bright, regardless of the weather.
It is your gentle touch that rests, as light as a feather.
Appreciating each day, that we're allowed to share.
Your presence alone, surrounds with the softest of air.
There is only one way to say
"I Love You"
But there are thousands of ways to demonstrate
Enjoy . Steve . Aka . The Old Sea Dog . 2003 . ©
An Original Created By "This Steve" For Your Consideration
