Let's go there now. This island you've built for us. I see see it surrounded not by the sound of the surf but the beating of your heart next to mine. No sun to warm us instead we bask in the glow of love's flame. The sun shines down on our little island and the tropic nights sing our lullaby. Our island. Here. With you. (C) 2019 Penny Wilson Image by Leonardo Valente from Pixabay
Thank you for sharing, Chuck! ❤
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