In canyons of rivers, in the roar of the ocean, I am the earth
and you are the wildness, that washes me.
You are my healer, carrying my heart
as we live in the love, unending.
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Category: couples
In Our Miracles
In our spirits My Love, we are the flowers, having received our gifts
surviving the sun and the rain, the roughness of brush
a few storms bending
our wills, but we live for the beauty now
and the miracles
of our colors blending.
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Renewing the Light in Each Other’s Eyes
It’s ok to fall in love in the spring, or to fall in love
all over again. Renewing the light
in each other’s eyes, dreaming
of oceans, and heartbeats
forgotten, promises
wrapped in each other’s arms
never ending.
Closing your eyes again, dreaming.
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We Were the Spring
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
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
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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Love Reflections
When we first met My Love, I never knew that I would be your Spanish guitar,
and that you would be my songbird filling the air,
in the early morning dawn. And how could I have ever known
you were the answer to the questions, I had never even thought of yet?
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