I’m not nearly as sad anymore
I still weep
I still pine.
I still hope that one day
I might understand.
I know it’s not my place
to wonder anymore.
Beyond my hope
one day she will know
how much I do
love her.
I always will.
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Daily Archives: December 3, 2022
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Love
Posted at 10:30 pm , on December 3, 2022
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Her Elegance
Posted at 6:10 pm , on December 3, 2022
I watched the sunset
seems I might never forget
her elegance met
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I Did Love Her
Posted at 11:23 am , on December 3, 2022
She stole my heart
I willingly complied,
it was summer time,
and we were each in a slide.
We found one another
one sultry afternoon,
dressed for the temps
she had legs
made me swoon,
but then it was our conversation,
the reach for intrigue,
the settling of one’s heart
when the feeling of being listened to
becomes paramount in our needs.
Oh summer turned to fall,
with epic letters shared back and forth,
how I wish I hadn’t lost hold,
and know I can only hope today,
she has words tucked away,
for she always had memory,
when holding my heart,
cupped in her loving hands.
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