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Between you and I
a bed of love blooms
Without need to try
our life it consumes
Ahead a bed of roses
lies for me and you
When no one here imposes
their own will to do
With the color of prisms
it blooms and grows
For without me-isms
then neither anger knows
Under rainbows of Divine
soul mates are we
That our love entwine
through all eternity!
Teresa Marie 12/23/11 ©
http://flickrcomments.wordpress.com/2011/12/23/weekly-photo-challenge-between/

prisms / me-isms
I could not find such a rhyme!
LOL! Glad that you liked that one!! Peace, love, joy and Merry Christmas!!!! Terri
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