Pink, Purple and Sometimes Blue

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Lush green, with colors bursting in the sun

pink, purple

and sometimes blue,

all declaring My love

for you.

    

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In Our Splendor, My Love

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In our splendor My Love, it’s as if we get lost

in the essence of each other,

hidden yet without hesitation

knowing, even breathing

the truth that we were made

to love, giving away

our most special gardens

and the gifts

of our hearts.

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photos are unaltered, and taken at the United States Botanical Gardens, Washington D. C.

Walk With Me, My Love

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Walk with me My Love, through the garden

in the coolness of the day

in the quiet comfort

of the leaves,

where our spirits can rest,

and the shaping of a prayer

can be renewed,

as peace surrenders within

our hearts once again.

Simply

take my hand.

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Note: All photos taken at the U.S. Botanical Gardens, Washington DC.

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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