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was ne’er the first
to let you go
miles on past the promise
you’d stay and I was
sworn to be your baby
a habit
sure to wear you down
a devil in a flannel gown
passions
more than one
to drive you crazy
boots and lace
the dream replaced
kisses not for keeping
but for these
old memories
things we might have said
as proof of heaven
here on earth
graces ne’er
so undeserved
a picture of a picture
on the dresser
of your soul
I’ll make a place
for your returning
dare I keep
these embers burning
reminders
I was sworn
to be your baby
. . .
tornadoday 
❤ this so much…
and I am ever so glad you do ❤
Amazingly beautiful!!!
Thank you, my precious friend. ❤
You created quite a mood here, darlin’ girl. When I read this, Bobbie, an old Bob Dylan song came to mind…” I’ll Be Your Baby Tonight ” ………xo
me
That’s a good one……….. even as I read that title, the tune started playing in my heart………. ❤
Ohh I love this one so much… ❤
As I love you, my dear friend………. ❤ With all my heart.