apersonaljourney – stories of love

Within these walls of love

might I ever know just how close we fell into

feeling the pain of scraping flakes of

carefully composed paints and oils,

all of the ingredients

make up the shelter

protects our lives from the fear

waits upon us on the other side.

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When inside the dream where eyes do sparkle

could we ever make allowance

to find some easier stretch

to rest our script

wonder at the beauty of only

sharing what we might believe is true

rather than aggravate the loss,

appreciate the view.

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Today will be a difficult day,

knowing I have you by my side

yet realize I cannot decide

for you, for me, myself,

we are together three …

this you and me,

and then there is love.

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That place is where I want to be,

and wish to know only how I might

navigate the trials of such passions

as our worlds did collide

and now rather than stick to the wall,

chip and scrape away

make new avenues

to lay fresh ground,

but God help me, please don’t ever forget

what once did scream our names

upon these naked walls.

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I wish you might know the beauty in your Grace

that shadows around you always

a certain peace, a tranquil soul

forever now caught inside some somber occasion

allowing only my confusion to help

decide the temperature

that is, that will be,

her definition alone

sweet remedy would

carry this weight.

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I’m not ready to layer on the finale

only love in its intensity seems remain.

© Scott F Savage 5/2021