All that love I never got
And yet somehow
I have it in me to love you
More than I thought
As I feel maybe I am healed
From a love that had me, on my knees
The kind I always gave away
An excess, overflows, and yet stays
Like the scent of a lavender field
To the winds designed to steal
Or to be taken, by those who crop
Soaps, balms, the precious oil drops
I am a magic, helpless on a bright day
I'll rub my love down your spine today
Scatter right, before the winds arrive
On your worthy skin, if I may?
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 21st, 2024 03:20
- Category: Love
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Comments2
How sad. I have always found lavender to be a healing balm, carried on the wind or not. I enjoyed reading your words Alan. Have a happy day.
Thanks a lot for stopping by, yes indeed my fav as well. Have a great day!
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