An Acrostic Poem for my wife on our 38th Valentine's Day.
|My love, we’ve shared Thirty-Eight Valentines from
Year’s past to the present.
Love grows with each setting sun and rising moon.
Our strong soulful bond is what binds us together.
Veiled in open secrecy, hidden feather thin,
Evolving into something extraordinary, as two souls merge within.
From The Author:
Acrostic Poetry is where the first letter of each line spells a word, usually using the same words as in the title.