a hand in mine
hearts entwined
a date at the bar
with a drink and a bite
blue-grey eyes sparkling my way
listening as I rehash my day
doing anything
doing nothing at all
belly laughs so loud
at my stupid jokes
my head in your lap
as you read me clues
in the sun and the sand
warming destined souls
hemmed in my shape buried in warmth
your arm draped
I miss this love
#imissthislove
#lookinginyourwindow
Read more of prikcab (Ian Perlman) at http://www.lookinginyourwindow.com
Go Dog Go Café 
Sometimes, the love changes, as we get further along in our relationships with one another, and we often wonder, why can’t we, return to the way we once were.
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At first I thought “Boy, this is deep” but then after reading it once again slowly and looking at the picture accompanying the writing, well, let’s just say – Right on. Perfect post for what many of us are going through and thinking at this moment in time. Well done, thank you for sharing.
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Thanks for reading
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A very sweet poem, loved it.
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