Her, Poetry
I do not write poems for her,
true,
she completes the poem.
Words cannot replace
her presence.
Emotions inspired
by our love
told by the twinkling
wealth of night.
I do not write poetry for her,
true,
she lives the poetry of life.
Words cannot explain
her presence.
My warmth,
the fire she lights.
The fire she feeds,
her smile.
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one of the most tender poems from you Stephen, it’s almost like a song with a melody of it’s very own. i especially like “she lives the poetry of life”, isn’t our lives just like that, poetry in motion, every act a stanza we repeat on loop so very often. I look forward to more writing like this.
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Thank you Gina.
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Stephen, I loved reading the love song you created. A piece of beauty I feel lucky to have read. Keep posting the oldies because they are definitely “goodies.”
Beth
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As delicate as the inside of a sea shell
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Big 😀
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This is a timeless piece. Lovely!
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Thank you 🙏 so much
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