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Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Love Is


Love is a warm spring day, a moonlit
        night, green meadows, daffodils
        swaying in the breeze, closeness,
        understanding, needing, not caring
        what other people say, a red rose,
        belonging, longing, frustration,
        pain...
                                ~pth


 This poem appears in the book "Sweet Whispers of Love."

2 comments:

  1. Nice. Thoughtful. A good late night musing peggy. Thsnks.

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  2. Sweet. I love the rose.

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