The Mystery of You

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When we are talking, and I look at your hair,

the mystery deepens.

How can the world be in

a few strands, of black and grey,

with a little bit of brown?

How can one set of eyes, hold

so many answers, give so many clues,

so that the world makes sense?

I wonder,

how can skin be so soft,

so intoxicating,

so exhilarating, when I hold you?

Listening to you breathe,

hearing your heart,

50+ years, and still holding the fire,

still climbing mountains,

still conquering galaxies,

how do you do it?

May I always be worthy,

of your love.

 

Note: Originally posted April 15, 2015

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They Still Remember

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The two of them still remember their first embrace, the smell of her hair

the strength of his shoulders, the softness of her hands

in his, he drew her closer as she enveloped him

pink petals floating, swirling around

their heads, landing so beautifully

so gently, barely touching

as they gave each other

their greatest gifts

their hearts,

underneath the cherry trees.

Yes, they still remember.

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To Hold Her Hand Again

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It was when he reached for her hand that her blushing began,

and he was never afraid, he never

pulled back,

from her shaking spirit

instead

embracing her until

the waves of fear passed away.

She surrendered

to his courage,

but they both surrendered really.

He never regretted his dedication

to her, instead he lived for her smile,

and for the chance

to hold her hand again.

     

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It Was Very Good Indeed

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And the Lord God saw that His children were discouraged, divided

and some confused, so He spoke into the soil, breathed

into the air, and called forth the rain. And soon

hope came displayed in green plants, with daffodils,

tulips, and even the great chorus of azaleas.

And smiles returned to all the people,

so God saw that it was good,

it was very good indeed.

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