The power of love is a funny thing
It runs with horses...their stampede rings
The flash of devotion in eyes that are paired
The dalliance of lovers who just barely dared
Its passions that wing like a Pegasus...proud
Drifting with love on the wings of a cloud
It soars with the Woodstork...it climbs with a whisper
It sticks to the walls like monks and their vespers
It chants and it purrs...it rings in the night
Love gently caresses the wind...the sunlight
Oceans sing volumes with love in the wash
It bleaches old wounds with a healing push
Then kisses away the scars for tomorrow
Love that appears can erase the old sorrow
Trust in this love then give it your heart
Then every new morning is a new start
Caress in the aura of love on display
Thankful of healing and loves passionate array.
Jude identifies the best original lines seen recently...
"(Love)It sticks to the walls like monks and their vespers
It chants and it purrs..."
The next best for me, "...the sunlight Oceans sing volumes with love in the wash...
It bleaches old wounds with a healing push
Then kisses away the scars for tomorrow..."
These are graphic to the point of poignant pain. A most enjoyable bit of suffering, Susan. Sweet and bearablee writine.
- Bill
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
“Being a couple yet free is our next challenge on the evolutionary ladder. This book successfully helps us unravel the myths that block that achievement. It does it with warmth, with readability, and with balance. It recreates everyday problems and
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poignant line being.."Trust in this love then give it your heart"
Vesna
And I too agree with Sir Peter - you do have a nom de guerre now in the Den.
Your friend ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
you have it here in all manifestations ,the concept of love that is
It soars with the Woodstork...it climbs with a whisper
It sticks to the walls like monks and their vespers
even down to the holy
and natural
those were my favorite lines.......
love can, and should always be celebrated
but most of all revered
and respected
because its the greatest gift of all
pax Anita
Xxx dove
Love Tinka
Aberjhani
Susan
You well deserve your accolade as the Den's Queen of Romance..
Beautiful and delightful work
Love
Peter
Fee
"(Love)It sticks to the walls like monks and their vespers
It chants and it purrs..."
The next best for me, "...the sunlight Oceans sing volumes with love in the wash...
It bleaches old wounds with a healing push
Then kisses away the scars for tomorrow..."
These are graphic to the point of poignant pain. A most enjoyable bit of suffering, Susan. Sweet and bearablee writine.
- Bill
"...it climbs with a whisper
It sticks to the walls like monks and their vespers
It chants and it purrs"
a most unique image ...