My husband’s love is tectonic. It builds and shakes my soul. It’s magical, mythical, symphonic.
Love lifts me and carries me.
My love for my daughter renews me. It is a life force. She is a love story.
Love awakens and propels me.
My love for friends is sweet like cane juice. It extends me.
Love soaks me and absorbs me.
My love for family is a continuum love. It has hills and valleys.
Love moves me, love moves me.
~E
March 31, 2011 at 7:23 pm
This is very lovely, Ev. You *do* have a poet in you!
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April 1, 2011 at 12:28 am
This IS lovely, Evelyn! I love your thoughts on love 🙂
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April 1, 2011 at 1:42 am
Thank you! I don't write creatively often, only when I feel “moved” to do it. I think we all have some poetry within us. Sometimes it's our spoken words, sometimes our written words, sometimes our behaviors. I really enjoy writing creatively when I can, I do way too much academic writing! 😉
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