Clover

And dream of things
That didn’t happen
And things that
Just might be,
And count the blessings 
That you have,
All the things 
That you can see.
 
Love is this
And so much more,
Love is the Ocean
At the shore,
Presenting itself
Over and over,
But, there was that time
We should have rolled in the clover. 
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