Love ( V-day Poetry)

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I was standing somewhere between yes and no
Heart being transplanted
Please stop
But dont go
Stars moved me past my defeat
My emotions betrayed me
Facial expressions much less than descreet
Some energy transfered me to the moon
The sun
The rain
The storms
Flowed tunnels
Without my permission
The universe needed recognition for this violation of trust
That made me form this heart beat
That laid patterns down my spine
And laughs joyously
Because I am yours
And you are mine

And as the years grow old

We become one

Just as the universe has designed

Written for my husband, he stole my heart! 💓 2018 V-day I love you Charles

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