TO JEANNE
I didn’t know then
and I don’t know now
what the meaning of love is
and yet somehow
I loved you then
and I love you now
and I know I always will.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A simple piece specially written for my wife.
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- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
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Comments6
Your wife will adore this one Mike. Simply lovely.
She did - quite emotional.
A lovely write Michael. Who loves my singing?!
No idea but I'll ask round.
Beautiful write. Many congratulations Michael.
Does the meaning of love matter so much when your very existence is within love itself.
You know you love. She knows you love. Together you ARE love.
And long may it be so.
Nope - doesn't matter at all. Cheers dusk
Michael,
“and I know I always will”💞
Congratulations to both of you in celebrating 54 years of not “knowing the meaning of love”! In my humble opinion, that is the meaning of LOVE!♥️
As we say in Italian...
Altri Cento(another hundred)!
Only forty-six more to go!
All the best...
~Laura~
P.S. - Love the piece of artwork.
Thank you Laura - Jeanne is an amazing lady.
A big hug to Jeanne!🤗
How's that evening going? It's no ordinary one, ya know. It's the evening of National Poetry Day, and World Animal Day.
Yup - the dog's just chewed my latest masterpiece
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