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I was waiting you
to still my racing heart
as lightning
through the clouds
a face I knew
smiled and everything
was as was meant to be
a fool to doubt
of less to ever wonder ~
the coming back
would soon catch up with me
o please
I never needed ask
you knew my words
from memory ~
for years I hid
in places now forgotten
trading trust for recompense
paradise I know
a place to be
as I would need another
more than I ~
a sun beyond my own
was just a flame
reflection pooling in your eyes
where once I hybernated
hours into night
as you could see
beauty (gifted you)
a place in my confessions
lived within my dreams
of coming true ~
so grievous the notion
that skin ashamed in glowing
would retain the silken touch
of breath before
was halted by my passion ~
when truth appeared
(as signs we’d waited on)
freedom really free
as I decide
forever here
(as ever I) before
meant to be an answer –
awaiting this permission
(just to love)
tornadoday 
… to be in love and never get out again… is this not the measure of successful life?
James.
Thank you, James. More than being ‘in’ love is simply loving (no matter what). Love does not require presence or specifc time or place. It requires only love; love which aspires to nothing more than simply to be. I am fairly certain that I have never met a person that I did not love, that I do not still love. That doesn’t mean it’s ideal; but it is what it needs to be – and that is no more (no less) than love. 😉 Thank you again, my friend. I love you………. ~ Bobbie
gorgeous poem! some parts peel out raw and tender, others reflect with tenacity. One of my favorite lines “a place in my confessions lived within my dreams of coming true” Beautiful work, Bobbie Love, Linda
Sweet Linda, thank you for this kindness. Love becomes the best of us, for it is always within us (moving through our veins) a place we can always go. That’s my favorite line too! ~ Always, we remember love and always, it remembers us. ~ Love, Bobbie
morning light obscured the view
but footsteps held the moment’s truth …
the wind had swept across the plain
they knew the parting had begun …
And yet, love never truly parts. We measure our lives by the before and the after. Even death cannot erase the place where love held us. People die, but relationships don’t. Love never leaves us. Always, it is as close as our next breath. Thank you. ~ Love, B
As always, Lady Wordsmith, this is just beautiful.
Let me know if you recieve this.
PJB
I have, dearest Paul……….and am blessed that you found me here. ~ Much love, Bobbie
I echo Linda’s sentiment that the poem has a wonderful mix of tenderness and unwavering firmness of vision. And I love the humility at the end to ask for the permission just to love, although the loving is already there and always has been.
….true, but when we let go of preconceived notions of what love ought to be, we free ourselves to the truest of loves ~ that which aspires be nothing more. Thank you, Dee (and Linda). ~ Love to you both, Bobbie
Exquisite, the love and the pain …