I pledge my love to you and now beseech,
And you returned your lover's vow to me,
This love which bloomed and grew was meant to be,
Beyond these breakers we have built to reach,
White sandy shores to roam along its beach,
View calmer waters of our love’s decree,
To love each other this we e’er agree,
A kiss, a vow, our love bestowed to each,
Yet vow alone would all but be absurd,
It is when lovers bond in fond embrace,
And carry love with every whispered word,
With tender loving fingers bodies trace,
“I love you,” said quite often, also heard,
And reach, caress and kiss your lover’s face.
Peter Lowell Paulson
January 22, 2011
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