He talks to me like that
Like I am the sun on a cold day
Not worship
But profound admiration
Thankful for my presence
A relief
I am not used to his praises
He is the first to offer them
I want to give back to him what he gives me
But I don’t know how
How do I return the affection
Which is so new?
I crave his presence
I miss the cool wind he brings
To my sun beaten skin
To sit with him
To rest with him
Nothing to prove
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Author:
H.R. Powell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 3rd, 2022 01:55
- Category: Love
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Comments3
If his praises are genuine, then I think time will show this. Till then, stay on the rollercoaster.
just like all things
we must learn, to allow
another
to cherish us, for just
being ourselves
that's one of the many
liberating and empowering, gifts
of love!
thanks for sharing
a wonderful read
Lovely poem .. you are the sun , he is the cool wind .. like your mention of nature in this , to describe two people and a relationship
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