Be gentle with me, my love
Like the dawn touching the sea
Soft, steady, never rushing forward
Be gentle with me, my love
Like roots holding the ancient tree
Firm, patient, never demanding more
Be gentle with me, my love
Like mist wrapping the quiet hills
Light, lingering, never pressing too close
Be gentle with me, my love
Like a river shaping the stone
Persistent, tender, never breaking apart
Be gentle with me, my love
Like the moon pulling the tides
Distant, devoted, never letting go
Be gentle with me, my love
I♥️
Roksana Tales 
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Such a soft and gently flowing poem, Roksana. You should consider painting something to go along with it. 🙂
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YES !! …; -)
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Woah, this should be in print! Outstanding poetry like this is found in the best literature books. I would wish that you could find a publisher and make lots of readers happy, Amy. You’re the best around here! Luv ur talent!
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