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Love’s Trace

Love leaves its trace
Whenever she enters my space.
Slender beauty and grace,
Mark her mysterious face.
Her favor to gain I race,
Anxious to receive I pace.

Love leaves its trace
Whenever she enters my space.
Slender beauty and grace,
Mark her mysterious face.
Her favor to gain I race,
Anxious to receive I pace.

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By Jeffrey L. H. Naylor

Retired Professor of Literary Criticism/Philosophy/History. Retired USAR Lieutenant Colonel. Father of six.

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