Promises
Promises and a miracle
Your soft hands in my hands,
us together upon the soft bed.
You smell of Summer flowers and we do not speak.
We knew,
love didn’t need words.
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A miracle
Upon a Summer day,
with youth as our wealth,
I saw you and you saw me.
No words spoken and somehow.
We twisted-up our two lives, forever.
You became my wish and a prayer.
We became one for a time and we had the Summer and the Fall.
You were a miracle to me,
forever and a wonderful place to find in kind memory.
Coyote
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Don’t miss John’s – Promises!!
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Thank you my friend.
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Lovely!
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Thank you dear friend.
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Always a pleasure!
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This is so sweet… I feel that sometimes those memories are more precious the more the time has passed.
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I agree my friend. The good days do become sweeter.
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