Loves Journey By Gary Johnson

Loves journey doth begin whence I met you, And feathered into my life's landscape, like the brush strokes of a water colour hue defining its aesthetic beauty; lake mirroring sky, so blue, so clear, it's light glitters in each and every separate wave. Each ripple represents a single page in my loves diary. O that I found you; had my voyage been elsewhere, I would have surely passed by you at night my love and fell upon another port, somewhere of beauty, yet not as wondrous as you Beautiful Yorkshire princess. You are now the final touches of my masterpiece.

Copyright ©2008  Gary Johnson

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