Treasure Island

Weniki Mahyna

(September 10,1999 / Hawaii)

To have and to hold


Are you mine? Am I your's?
To have and to hold,
As long as the Sun may shine
and the oceans continue to rock and wave?

Are you mine? Am I your's?
To kiss and to hug,
As long as the rivers still flow,
and the Moon continues to smile?

Are you mine? Am I your's?
To love and to protect,
As long as storms rage,
and the flowers do bloom?

You are mine. I am your's.
To have and to hold
As long as the Sun may shine,
and the oceans continue to rock and wave.

Submitted: Friday, September 06, 2013
Edited: Saturday, September 07, 2013
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  • Gajanan Mishra (9/6/2013 10:20:00 PM)

    You are mine I am Yours, very good write, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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