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We were writers back then, weren’t we My Love?
Writing over every scar,
infusing every story
with the imprint of the other
inseparable really,
an edge
to our day and night
as we got lost in each other’s arms
and found out who
we really were
with fresh lines
we even spoke our own language,
had a certain wildness.
Love written
on our hearts,
so amazingly…….
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A very special time….and some museums.
Give her gold
and she’ll give you platinum
in return…..
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It will change both you, in so many ways, unseen
running deep.
But if you hold each other frequently,
talk it through
being gentle always
God will continue to bless
your union. And it’s ok
to be afraid, either one of you
or to express you like this or that,
just never give up
on each other.
You can heal
some of the shattering.
Never walk away
adding to the devastation.
Trust
and move forward.
Remember
to talk – alot.
Love isn’t just emotions,
love
is a choice.
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Reading a new poetry book in our hotel room,
an art gallery not far away,
later kisses on her shoulder.
And in the morning egg whites
with turkey bacon,
English Breakfast tea…..
and the blessings of simply being…..
together.
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She said, “Hold me….”
“Just hold me…..”
So I brought her in close
as the sun slipped down…..
through the trees.
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She said give me your heartbreak
and I’ll give you an ocean,
filled with light
and power,
and you will know who you are
once again.
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My Love, do you know how beautiful you are?
Do you
really know?
Stunning,
doesn’t even begin
to describe you.
And I love those colors on you.
Note: This is based on a conversation the two of us had….this morning.
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