Saturday, July 20, 2013

Love Poem 718



In the end
It’s me and you

The words sit
Stone-tablet-like

The world’s blur fades
The remainder is this love

I am shaking too
Seasons a bit weary
That in one you may destroy me

Volition or ambivalent distance
Not certain, which would be worse

Trust sits tranquil
As the waters expand there is less sloshing

I give, you give
We grow

Love over fear
Choice at each sunrise, sunset

In the end
It’s you and me

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