Read Poem: The Taste of Love, by Jan Leigh Garrett

When I wake up I hear the morning doves
They sing me a song called “Love” it’s bittersweet
It lifts me off my feet and I can’t get enough
So I step outside to praise the sun for lighting my life
This feels so right as I smell the morning dew
It’s so hard to chew, this candy called happiness
Do you know its truth?

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