The Gift Of Love

You cradle me in your arms,
Kiss me on my forehead,
Say the word I love you in my ears,
Then hug me while we’re both lying in bed.
You never left me alone,
Instead, you lead me on my way home.
You are one of my inspirations,
That was never afraid to face your true form.
Decades passed, changes were many,
Attitudes of others truly a malady.
But your gift of love never became an envy.
You are the one who nurtured me, loved me completely!

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Reagan Latumbo

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Singer. Poet Writer.I love singing and singing will always be my stint forever.Just like what I have said above, I am totally a lover of poems.I wrote straight from the heart, from my experience.I am a graduate of Bachelor of Secondary Education major in English in the Philippines.I dreamed of publishing some of my poems I wrote a few years back until now.
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Laya Sarath
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🙂 So full of romance 🙂

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