It is in the still of the night when we are alone that memories both good and bad have a tendency to slip back throught the cracks of time to pop up in our dreams. We can only remember and accept what has transpired and hope it was worth it in the long run. Great write here Jean...lovely.
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Fee
Walt