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how can I know
of words begin
pretending there be more
would change the past
and clear the page
of verses writ
before
spoke aloud
and screamed sometimes
when longing takes me far
much further now
the silver shines
unbested by the dark
a dip into the wishing well
and things one time
I knew
would light the way
as I have come –
a stranger –
home to you
the journey of becoming
in fated black and white
a jaded note
I found somewhere
was passed to you tonight
do you know
the way they worry
the things they say sometimes
of ways I feel
I’ve found my way
into your every rhyme
held against
your darkest ink
tied to words unsaid
remember me
the way we were
the way I loved instead
of this I am
tho far it seems
for truth the poet yearns
retelling our begining –
another love
to learn
. . .
tornadoday 
You had to know that I would like this when you wrote it, Bobbie. Feelings of longing and loving, wishing and dreaming, memories, now, and to come all woven through each word and line. Marvellous ~~Ever~~
Paul
Thank you, Paul………such is the truth (the only truth) of love………that it is. Anything else we could say would only make it less. ~ Love, Bobbie
I can’t stop reading it, remembering so much about the soul of everything I cherish ~ this reminds me of Gift of the Sea.
O, Debbie, thank you. Always you find a gentle softness I had forgotten. ~ Love to you, my beautiful friend. ~ Ever, Bobbie
sweetly seductive 🙂
Thank you, my precious Vimal. Always, your words reach the depths of me. ~ Love, Bobbie
A wonderful masterpiece of a hearts true emotions…you make the reader feel the soft touch of your heartbeat in every word that is shared! You make even Cupid jealous and envious of your words….such a very eloquent romantic poem Bobbie!!!!