The Love Poem

My  love is made from-

The taste of chocolate melting in my mouth,

The silent ring of the morning bells,

The milkman’s cold slippery hands,

The birds tweeting in the cold morning air,

And the taste of the bitter cold.



I found it-

Where the Queen makes her speech,

Dogs barking for a treat,

Winters snow in the morning breeze,

People chatting in the streets, 

And teachers typing.

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