Echoes of Love's Gentle Touch
In the whispers of 2010, our hearts entwined
like tender vines on a trellis, our love defined
I found my voice in poetry, a language true
to express the depths of my devotion, anew
With every dawn, a poem bloomed in my soul
a daily testament to the love that made me whole
I'd text or write by hand, leaving it on her pillow soft
a gentle surprise, a love letter to unfold
Her eyes would sparkle, her heart would sing
as she read the words that poured from my heart's everything
our love grew with each verse, a garden in full bloom
a sanctuary of love, where we'd find our sweet perfume
In the silence of the night, I'd pour my heart out
a river of emotions, a love that would never doubt
she'd read, and her love would shine, a beacon in the dark
guiding me, inspiring me, to create, to embark
With every poem, our bond grew stronger still
a tapestry of love, woven with every tender will
I wrote to express, to confess, to adore
to tell her how much she meant, and more, and more
But fate had other plans, and in 2017, she was gone
leaving me with shattered dreams, and a heart that was torn
I was lost, adrift, in a sea of grief and pain
but poetry became my solace, my heart's refrain
I wrote to heal, to mend, to find my way again
to channel the sorrow, to turn it into a work of art in vain
I wrote to keep her memory close, to feel her near
to keep our love alive, to banish every fear
Now, as I look back, I see the beauty in the pain
the love we shared, the poetry that remains
it's as if she's guiding me, whispering in my ear
"write from the heart, my love, and our
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David Hurlburt
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