Just One More

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    Just One More

    A kiss of familiarity,
    Mixed with that infamous touch of sincerity.
    Something I remember so well,
    Along with how quick I fell.
    He became my world and we shared so much,
    More than a tender kiss or a gentle touch.
    As with everything there are “what ifs?”,
    To most it is well worth the risk.
    Am I willing to take that chance?
    And risk my heart getting broken in another romance.
    So many emotions,
    But I will always remember his devotion.
    Even after we said goodbye,
    Our love he could never deny.
    To most it may seem silly or irrelevant,
    But when he was there our love was brilliant.
    Something that only grew stronger with time,
    Most days it could be absolutely divine.
    So why did it all disappear?
    Why do I again want him near?
    Is it the way he could make my knees weak?
    Or maybe the way he listens every time I speak.
    The way he gives me butterflies inside,
    Or how the son we made fills me with pride.
    I miss his love.
    Mostly, the way we were,
    I was always so sure.
    He knew how to put my mind at ease.
    He knew how to please.
    No one took care of me like him,
    Living without feels like sin.
    I know he is my destiny,
    For loving him sets me completely free.
    I am accepted for whom I am inside and out,
    He loves every aspect of me without a doubt.
    So why not risk it all?
    Why not try to more deeply fall?
    I will put my heart on the line,
    Just in knowing how our love can be divine.
    For us I will give this one last chance,
    Refusing to be a victim of circumstance.
    Let’s make this right,
    For true love we have to fight.
    With every breath I believe that much more.
    Anticipating him walking through that door.
    For the day he gets down on one knee,
    And we become a true family.

    Written: September 12, 2008
    By: Stacy Hessler

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