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Amare (for Aaron)

“love is another soul recognizing when your own is weary and aching, and then endeavoring to act.”  
-Anonymous    
    
when the weight      
of my own shoulders    
makes a prison of my bed,    
love meets me in the dark      
where it finds me    
-wandering, lost-    
and it tries it’s best      
to carry me out    
into the brightness      
of the daylight;    
love is devotion,    
followed by action      
     
love is    
the first sip of hot coffee    
made exactly the way I like,    
set quietly on the bedside table   
as I stretch lazily     
under warm blankets    
on still-crisp Spring mornings;    
it is an invitation to come and play    
while the sun shines,      
so eagerly waiting    
to see me smile again     
   
being loved is    
padding out to the kitchen,    
remembering the trash      
you forgot to take out    
and finding it already gone;    
the napkin under my cup    
with it’s hand-drawn heart,    
will be discarded    
long before the the memory      
of its enduring message    
     
     
Written by LunaGreyhawk
Published | Edited 16th Sep 2020
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