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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required our Spring was a whirlwind of newness learning our emotions exploring the worlds we were that had left their long-held orbits as we began a dance among the stars in each other's arms spinning thru galaxies never losing the gravity in each other's eyes we then burst into the fullness of Summer idle days as companions upon a trail each step brought us deeper into fruition a fullness of an accrued life we had reaped the orchards offerings swung the scythe in union as fields of wants and needs were harvested now we sit on a bench as everything begins to come to rest it is our Autumn holding your hand, the age spots are now a part of what was pure alabaster still, the precious cup my cheek holds in reverence when you guide my gaze into yours the skin has folded a bit here and there condensing years of accruing love pouring inward to an ever-growing heart time has been good to us a love that has grown deeper its roots match the canopy joy hangs from the branches rooted in the happiness below we are the strong oak a love was borne in a single acorn what we have is the most precious gift our singularity in the devotion we have for each other what we share deepest in those roots is knowing these seasons are but life in the garden to come there are still times when our lips meet i have those butterflies still, times as i peer thru those roses you grace our special evening meal with you are red and i am pink i skip a breath the heart races an extra beat i breathe in the potpourri she has become i still read to her poetry on that bench where we first began i have never wavered in my intent each poem has but one purpose to win her heart, again and again the never-ending story of my love for her children still lost in the magic 2/1/19 Kismet Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music of the wind and the silence of the stars? Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and extraordinary part of the lives we live. ? Nora Roberts, Charmed
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