Maybe he is all I will ever need
The silver, the white
All my eyes receive
Maybe he’s the voice singing from the tree
The way he softly hums from light deep within me
© Delia Ross. 2021
He doesn’t understand that I love him.
Certain.
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PoeEternal 
I (mis) read that last word as ‘cretin’ there… Had to click back to check…
Your ending is most definitely better! 👍😁😉🖤
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I forgot what I had written! Had to go back and see! LOL thanks!! 🤣
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You’re most welcome my friend 😁😉🖤
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