Tender

Tender is our afternoon love

Opening past one hundred years

My hand senses your ready glove

Holds, dissolves impossible fears

Knowing colours what once was doubt

Beyond the crest dazzling splendor

One within matches one without

Yearning passion always tender

 

 

 

 

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