Sweetheart, My Love

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Moonwashed Weekly Challenge #130 – February 14 2023
Prompt – Sweetheart

"A Poem of Endless Love and Devotion"


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Sweetheart, my love, my heart's desire,
My soulmate, my passion's fire.
I think of you each waking day,
And dream of you when a night at play.

Your sweet embrace and gentle touch,
I miss you so, oh how I clutch,
At memories of our tender kiss,
And long for more, eternal bliss.

You are the reason for my life,
The shining star, my guiding light.
With you, I am complete and whole,
A journey shared a perfect role.

Sweetheart, my angel, my forever,
With you, I am free, unbound, untethered.
Together, we can conquer all,
The rise and fall, the summer's call.

Your beauty and your kind heart,
Are treasures that will never part.
I love you more with each passing day,
And forever in my heart, you'll stay.

Sweetheart, my love, my everything,
With you, I am the happiest being.
Thank you for your love and care,
For being with me, and always there.

Comments

  1. EugeniaFebruary 17, 2023 at 2:29 PM

    This is absolutely lovely. Such a heartfelt and romantic piece. Pankaj. Thank you for joining in.

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    1. Pankaj Kumar (The Inkwell)February 17, 2023 at 5:12 PM

      Thank you, Eugenia for your kind words! I'm glad you enjoyed my contribution. It was a pleasure to be a part of this creative community. Looking forward to participating and reading more beautiful pieces from fellow writers. 😊

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