My Love

By: Lucinda Kerrigan

December 18, 1997

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My love is a rose

When smelled just right

My love is a blanket

When wrapped around so tight

My love is a kind of love

That can be seen in many ways

On any given nights and days

When the clouds part

Showing a clear sky

Or when the fog invades

The nighttime dark

However, you like it

My love is there for you my dear

When you’re cold, lonely,

And there is no place to go

Stay home for I’ll soon

Be there for you to hold and

Everything your senses sense

Will seem new not old

Don’t be laden with worrying

That won’t get you far

Before my plane lands

Just get inside your car

I might even get there before you do

Saying, “come out, come out wherever you are?”

Just then, I realize that

This can’t be thought of

Since your expediency never fails

To get you to your destiny

Where your love meets my love