On that first day,
She talked to me.
She changed the way I felt about the world.

Every day I talk to her is a day of triumph in this life.

I love her.

Every word we say, every look we give - Our souls make love.

Our spirits dance.
We are engaged in this reality. Together.

I have loved her forever.

No other will do for me.

I will keep her entwined with me

- In this world and out.

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frejajosef commented on untitled


I thing it's really good :) but it still feels like theres missing something..

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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