The Account:
Like panoramic images, visions
of our love flashes before me.
He is holding me closely,
I’m buried safely in his arms.
We’re walking hands in hand,
slowly taking our strides together.
I’m all smiles, he is too.
The busy world surrounds us,
but we barely notice.
Our world is perfect,
we’re on top of the world.
He and I are on one accord,
at peace, and in love.
We’re making plans for our future.
Life will be wonderful.
We’re unstoppable, unbreakable,
and hopeless romantics …
Our love is perfect.
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Wait a minute, what’s this?
Breaking News?
an awakening
Stay tuned…
I think we’ve all been there…but “the one” does exist…it’s begins with ourself… 🙂
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I agree. I hope others can draw from this piece and realize as you say, love begins with self. No one is responsible for fulfilling the ideal picture of love because sometimes our images of love are not the same. When others vary from our images, we should remain whole and not depleted. You are correct, “it begins with us”, self-love “the one.” In my writings, I try to provide situations that cause one to not only connect or relate to certain situations but to challenge one to consider there’s a solution. I appreciate you providing your perspective.
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You were successful of doing that in this writing!
Thank you.
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Ah thanks, I appreciate you taking time to read.
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I look forward to reading more. 😊
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Thanks Deb 🙂
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🙂
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Oh dear! It sounded so good until it went bump
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Yes, I know. Sometimes the “bump” appears just like that
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I love your poetry, I would like to follow and read some more 😉
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Thanks for taking time to read and respond. I appreciate you following. I’ve visited your lovely blog and followed as well. I look forward to reading.
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Thank you.
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