Yesterday, was like sand,
already gone through the pipette of the hourglass,
precious moments for two,
spent with love and care,
words to soften life's blows,
and embraces to touch.
Today, was like the lift,
of a early June breeze
the scent of roses in the air,
an afternoon on the sands of South Padre.
making spiritual love through
eyes of gentleness,
a soft touch of a finger on my cheek,
the happy voice of my loved one.
Tomorrow, please don't come so quick
I am enjoying today
for it's eternal joy and the cheek of my lover.
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