I wrote this thinking about you, the other day, As if you were the pages of a book, What a love story that would be I could see the universe through the words you spoke, As each page turned Led me back to you To the way you held my hand, To the way kissed me under the stars, To the way you danced with me in the rain, To the way you sang to me, as I slept in your arms,
I wrote this thinking about you, the other day For our love story may be coming true today As I read the last few words you had to say, That you would love me this way forever more.
+ JAnn is an award-winning poet. She has written poetry for all ages. Her poetry pertains mostly to love and life issues. She is in the process of writing her next poetry book and her memoir. She has experience in academic writing on all subjects which earn her great respect among her colleagues and professors.+ JAnn is a member of Double Decker Books where her books have been promoted successfully in the past by KayCee K. Wingfield. JAnn was voted poet of the year for 2015 & 2016 by Double Decker Books. JAnn has self-published several poetry books in her past that are now out of publications. Anyone who wishes to read her past work must contact her directly via Social Media.+ JAnn is a strong supporter and advocate in her spare time for Autism Awareness for her disabled son. She is a lover of the 80’s music scene and spends her time listening to random songs from her childhood while she writes. She is also a yogi. She finds comfort in meditating to release the anxiety and daily stress. She is a major coffee drinker and she believes the power of her pen and paper should not be tampered with.
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