Sometimes..

by brin macnamara   Oct 29, 2005


I clean the windows to honour your eyes
That they may reflect the beauty of you alone

I bake bread to honour your hands
That you might taste the love I bake within its dough.

I iron your clothes to honour your body
That others might turn and stare agape at your style.

And I pray that you might know that my love is for you alone.

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