Thirteen, Paper Ring
My dear, my standards were set high,
It was as if reaching the sky.
It was as if grabbing the moon,
It was as if wishing at a star too soon.
My love, my standards might be high,
But you can still see the sky.
You can still admire the moon,
And wish upon a nighttime room.
My sweetheart, your love tastes so sweet.
I can feel my tapping feet.
Perhaps I'm too shy to admit,
I'd marry you wearing a paper ring.
-SagittarianJoy-
( January 13, 2024 )
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