a reminder that was falling over the steps I took
by use of telling in a suspicious uncertain kind of way
that truth in a matter with the beauty in distinction
distracted by the sharp glint and colour in her eyes
was persuaded into thinking something that shouldn't
sat in silence as gathering her thoughts confused
in time with the taking of my spirit and the magic inside
far away somewhere hiding and waiting for a kiss
flowers that blossom turns a heart to you I bring
floundering emotions, so diverse in the wonder of it all
that I lay my conscience upon her lap and gaze
deepening hypnotic love spirals up the helter skelter
sliding down with you in my arms remembering who I am
that in such a touching relief our love forever grows.
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kingkev101 (Pseudonym) (
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The wonder of it all. Love is magical. Thanks for sharing.
I believe we have all tasted the fruits of love, yet, love carries many a title to us all. it can grow in us but it can also decline which, in my opinion from the experience I own, creates all emotions which teach us the confusion and the trauma of losing a wife, partner etc. I take it you have stories of love to be told Augustus, just like we all have. the wonder of it all is truly amazing, though. Thanks for your comment, I appreciate you taking the time to comment.
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