TELL ME I’M YOUR BELLE FOREVERMORE
Speak to me like there’s no tomorrow
Lead me to the light of hope
Tell me I’m your belle forevermore
Let’s have an exchange so I can cope
Kiss me like when we were in Paris
As we viewed Monet’s garden
I’m your belle forevermore, tell me
Strolled along the Seine like in heaven
We drink to our health and consenting
We count our blessing as well
Tell me I’m your belle forevermore
Like lavender, daisies and bluebell
(c) ladyleemanila 2016
ladyleemanila 
This is a very sweet poem, but feels kind of sad, too. Kind of like she is begging him to love her.
Have a blessed weekend. 🙂
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thanks, Suzanne 🙂 I think she just needs to be reassured. Have a blessed weekend, too!
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I hope that she gets the assurance that she needs. Thank you. 🙂
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It could sound like he is dying, too. Have a great weekend.
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yes, David, it could sound like that, too! thanks and have a great weekend, too 🙂
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awwwwwwwwwww. this just tugs the heart, Lady!
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thanks, Rosema ::)
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most welcome!!!
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“Yes, you are my one and only Belle”
~I’m sure he’d say that. 💕☺️
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