When I sang, I sang of your love,
And while I walked, you walked with me.
You showed me things I never knew
and when I looked, you made me see.
When I laughed, you laughed with me,
When I wept, your tears were first.
You took my hand inside of yours,
and when I danced I danced for you.
That's lovely, Londa!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Wanderer!
ReplyDelete<3 this. :) You are such a beautiful writer.
ReplyDeleteoh, thanks, Bekah! I love your writing too!
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