SIGNS.
Soft as the cobwebs that dance the vine.
Moist as the droplets that dew the rose.
Warm as the first drink of ruby red wine
Is love that once planted, happily grows.
Harsh as a gale to willow's bare branch.
Cold as a winter woodland's alone-ness .
Dry as duo silence dehydrating romance
Is love that once wilted joy it dethrones.
Winnow the signs, divide chaff from grain.
Re-discover lost laughter, taste love again.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments6
Great write once again Fay, love when found is wonderful.
Hmmm, i'm envious of the love you describe... and they say envy is a sin?
Great feel-good write Fay - love it.
A fine write Fay.
Ahhhhh FAY ~ The AGONY & ECSTASY of LOVE ~ Over the last 20 years I have experienced both ~ several times ! For the last two years ANGELA and I are both in Ecstasy mode and we pray it will last forever ! Our Touch IS as soft as a cobweb ~ our Bodies ARE damp with the Dew of Love ~ our Kisses ARE Ruby Red Wine ! It's just a pity that we are physically as far apart on earth ~ as we can be ! Our Love is STRONGER after 3 months separation (and then 2 weeks togetherness !) We know our Love will be twice as strong after 7 months of separation ~ AMEN ! Yours as always BRIAN
If only................
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