Love's laughter travels on Zephyr's gentle breeze
Touching all ages to come and taste the treasures
More joyous then all the Christmas gifts under the tree
Beautifully wrapped and waiting to be opened
More glorious then a mother holding her new born child
Years seem to shed when Love's laughter travel by
Time is irrelevant
Oh to only hear the sweet soft titter of ones in love
Lost in their own Love's laughter
7 Mar 2008
JoJo Bean
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