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Love
“One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.”
—Sophocles, Greek Poet
Love
The strong intensity, of primal love,
He’d tossed from a tree, choice gift from above.
She caught the apple in her snow white glove.
As Newton’s gold fell, the cooing of doves.
Soon, or later, a claddaugh surprises.
Hands holding one heart in friendship sunrise.
The crown under for better or worse skies.
He’d be called for service…can’t say goodbyes.
Farsickness - rains every day in their eyes.
He longs for faraway places…she sighs.
He carries one photo, but she - a prize.
All his pain and suffering, worth the highs.
No letters, Dear John or Jane, on the fence.
They put their all in - survival intense.
Copyright ©
Kim Rodrigues
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