A Birthday Poem to my Husband
1 min readFeb 9, 2020
You and I are sun on falling snow, not one but both, and always. Gentle in the hands of Love, so as not to dis-serve the magic.
LBM 2/9/2020
You and I are sun on falling snow, not one but both, and always. Gentle in the hands of Love, so as not to dis-serve the magic.
LBM 2/9/2020
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