Love is the spoons arranged in serried ranks,it is that chasm in the heart,it is the giving of Thanks,love is the candle that though flickers never dies, sometimes the night is what opens our eyes. Love is the absence,the distance,of hearts, love is the fingertips touching as we are to part,love is all these things and mighty more:celestial ceilings and terrestrial floors. Love is the bit in the sandwich,the bite and the bread. . This poem will lodge betwixt your heart and my head.
--sad evening.
Xoxo
Misiz j
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
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