The splendor of a moment worn slightly on the lips
The satisfied reflection of a passion slowly sipped
Either in a memory or filtered through a dream
Or a quiet conversation, not meaning anything
But silently reflections... worth, Oh! So much more
It grows with every thought process and permeates your pores
It's crazy how a moment. can bring the treasures here
When you least expect the passion, emerges from somewhere
Not much to begin with this crazy trip for two
But since my thoughts have fermented
The more I dream of you.
Instants in time linger for an infinity in hearts that live on love. Time is all we have, but for time being only. Beyond it dimensions await us in which none of the obstacles created by time will take place. Thank you for creating and sharing. Take care,
Mm-mm... can sense the intoxication just from the fumes of this one, Susan... And the bouquet is GORGEOUS! Wear this long-stemmed beauty tango-style, between the teeth... or at least, after a glass or two! :)) xx
Susan both poem and picture are so full of endearment it seems like they were made for each other! A pleasure to visit your den any time,there is such wonderful warmth here!
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A collection of love poetry both relatable and unique.. Poems both joyful, playfu , yearning and romantic. The Poet has exposed his heart and soul in words of love and admiration. Take a journey through the thoughts of a Contempary poet of love. Poet
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John
Ditto.
Love, Pierre
Love This package!!
Love Tinka
And that picture, is that you when you were a little girl?
I agree with Eileen. you're always a joy to read.
Doug
Love,
Eileen
God bless you. Kathy
nice work, Susan...
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Beneath a moonlit beam