January 12

$Julie\'s Poetry$


	January 12 I hear music every time we talk, or when I simply think of you – love songs that I used to know – and always listened to. You are all the things that I hold dear. Songs I long ago forgot I now can hear again – the music that’s inside of me comes from deep within. You are all the things that I hold dear. I hear a harmony of love – a symphony of care – you surround me with your songs – your love is everywhere. You are all the things that I hold dear. You are the poem I try to write – the music that I hear. You are the art I feel inside – all the things that I revere. All the things that I hold dear!