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In Sir Mountable
In Sir Mountable
Love languages
Are an invitation
To intimacy.
Appearances
Are a form
Of speech.
Form
Is such
A formal
Reach.
But
Who we are
In thought
And deed
Stands
Alone
In human
Need.
That
Inner
Soul
And heart felt
Beam
Holds
The heat
For human
Steam.
Love languages
Are an invitation
To intimacy.
Appearances
Are a form
Of speech.
Form
Is such
A formal
Reach.
But
Who we are
In thought
And deed
Stands
Alone
In human
Need.
That
Inner
Soul
And heart felt
Beam
Holds
The heat
For human
Steam.
Published 6th Feb 2022
Author's Note
Not who you can't live without, but rather who you can live with.
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6th Feb 2022 10:57pm
Dear RT,
How right you are! I thought about how the people I pined over and how I’d love to be near them. Then got a whiff of their true selves and kneeled down in thanks they weren’t part of my circle. A wonderfully insightful poem. H🌷
How right you are! I thought about how the people I pined over and how I’d love to be near them. Then got a whiff of their true selves and kneeled down in thanks they weren’t part of my circle. A wonderfully insightful poem. H🌷
7th Feb 2022 00:49am
Thank you for your own story....boundries are blessings we give ourselves.
