A Love Song

I watch him measure

Each length with care

A simple board now transformed

Muscles flex securing the hold

Strongly fastened to a tree

Fathoms of rope are hung

Looking up to see

On my face

The look of pure pleasure

A lifetime caught

In a moments stare

My swing built by hand

Was is Love Song to me

our swing

 

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2 Comments

  1. That’s beautiful! 🙂

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    1. Noellie says:

      Thank you very much ❤

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