The imp
Carves the corners
Of your mouth
Into a grin
And our giggles
Mingle
As we play
Our grown-ups' games
The darling
That you are
Your golden aura
Your grace
Imprison
My Attention
And I watch you
And I touch you
Filled with Awe at
My good fortune
Your fingers
Squeeze their message
Back to my touch
I feel the warmth of your
"I love you"
As you whisper it
In my ear
And even when we're apart
There are thoughts of you
Around every corner
I happen to be a man who has been blessed with a wonderful wife whom I adore deeply. She has been the inspiration for many of my poems and this is another.
A young widow joins her aunt’s house-restoration project in the wilderness, determined to take a stand for independence, but two men have different plans for her—and so does God.
In this heartfelt romantic memoir, Harry and Elizabeth share their passions and feelings about the poignant events that brought them back together after being divorced and estranged for almost twenty years. Filled with emotion, suspense, and humor --
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Steve Robertson