We Were the Spring

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My Love, when we first met we collided so beautifully, we were the spring,

pulling new life from our pain, the healing suddenly became alive for us,

and we could see for the first time. Very quickly

our hearts thundered into the steam 

of summer. Sealed now

we are forever filled

with the colors,

of each other.

      

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The Sacred Moments of a Spring Morning

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As the tulips stretch, and open their petals to the morning sun

a bluebird carries small twigs, to her new found home,

while she listens to the chorus of robin song.

And tucked away in a bungalow, are an older couple

refusing to let go of the sheets, staring

in each other’ eyes, pledging themselves

all over again, as if

they had just fallen

in love.

    

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Love Reflections II

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People did want to stone us, do you remember North Carolina, My Love, as they picked up the rocks? The ungodly imbedded code of hating us, our two different colors. They were blind though.

But we walked through their fire, as we always did for years later, and we reached farther, taking hold of the holy bonding. In our fire we were victorious

fooling every one of them

by getting married, and staying that way. Even though they still stare at us in Pennsylvania. 

    

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