18 Thursday Oct 2012
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becoming, bliss, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, memory, old maps, passion, reason, restless, truth, understanding, wandering, woman
long before
you knew my name –
I knew of you somehow
as fated brush
of ink to skin –
was love as love allowed
was all you were
and breath to me
ageless
endless
sweet
I can’t recall the one
I was
before you came
for me
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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Just perfect !!!
xo
Paul
Thank you, Paul. ~ Love, B
Love this, very sweet!
I’m so glad you like it, Dee…….. I carried it in my purse for a week (written on a receipt) thinking I would find more to add……..but finally (slowly) coming to realize that it was just as it was going to be. Thank you! Love to you today and every day ~ Bobbie
Soul stirring words! We are sometimes move by words after we have deja-vu moments, that inspires a spirit to reach out, touch, and embrace the love she has always known before this life began…and without questions loves them fervently, as just the thought to know is enough to satisfy them a lifetime again! Beautiful poem Bobbie
As I know you know, dear Wendell, there are moments we cannot put name to. Thank you. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
My most favorite of all your poems dear sister!
Thank you, my dearest Wendell. Always, your light warms my heart (and I am blessed anew every single time)! ~ Love, Bobbie
“I can’t recall the one
I was
before you came
for me”
Such is the climate of the human heart, which resurrects itself into a sojourner at the taverns of Fate. Beautifully beautiful poetry tornadoday ! Glad to have found your space.
I am honored that you did find your way to here…… Thank you for the blessing of your kindness. ~ Much love, Bobbie