REMEMBER WHEN WE DROVE TO THAT EMPTY FIELD
AND MADE LOVE ON AN OLD BLANKET?
WE LAY THERE
BARE-
EXPOSED TO EACH OTHER,
TO THE ELEMENTS,
AND YOU REACHED OVER TO GRAB MY HAND
QUIETLY SLIPPING A RING ON MY FINGER
AND WHISPERING:
"
forever, sweet girl?"
THAT, WAS THE PERFECT DAY.
5 comments:
Somehow, I cannot believe "no comments"...as everyone I ever knew had the same identifiable experiences as you write here.
I'm beginning to think that love IS sadness...maybe under the guise of happiness--really HATE to say that. Because love IS the answer, the cure, for SO many illnesses.
PEACE,
Steve
I really like this small poem and all other articles of the blog . your writings are great.
Please visit my blog on spirituality and follow it.
http://hrudayam-theinnerjourney.blogspot.com/
Thanks
vijay
India
Ow, a sweet sweet picture!
HAve a happy Sunday xx
Love Love Love. So Sweet. Thanks for this one.
xo
la-passion-life.blogspot.com
wow, I really loved this poem. So short, so simple but so rich of feelings.
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