this morning #1742.
this morning, not gonna lie. after a week of me sending you love poems, i thought you might be inclined to send one back. not complaining, per se. just surprised. if i recall correctly, you said that you used to write poetry in college. i know that was a while ago but i bet you’d be aces at this. think it over. no pressure though. anyway…happy friday! here we go: as the sun rose up over the hills, as the birds began to sing their songs, as the dew began to dry on leaves, i began to believe. in the power of hope. in the strength of our faith. in the wonderful ways our love maintains. they say that’s the secret there. endurance of affection. awaking each day with a heart full of love or at least with one full of potential.