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I sing of true love; old love


(A Dedication to Love)

Moonbeams. Moonlight.
Soft light of the night.
Uncountable stars twinkle.
Jewels donning the night sky.

Come my love, come.
Walk besides me tonight.
I sing of true love; old love.
A night sprinkled with fairie dust.

The fragance of flowers.
In our garden we walk.
Among Jasmines and Orchids.
Hands held; hearts entwined.

I am glad for warm nights.
For our bones hurt in the cold.
There are more winter days now.
Nights like this we give thanks.

We hold each other tenderly.
Whispered words of love.
If tomorrow we don’t see sunrise.
Our hearts will continue on wings.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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