Another Poem for Him

I must have been a saint
in a previous life

basted sweet sweetly
sugar-rimmed burnt to
the pan of heat hot
scalded sticky with
pure, pure love

like I love my
kids – like I love
the fade of sun
to moon; the melt
of snow to spring

he loves
me and I look
to him, at him

through him

and I swear, I
must have been
a saint in a
previous
life.

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2 Comments »

  1. Michele Said:

    *sigh*…. true love, makes my heart sing!

  2. slpmartin Said:

    True love makes one feel that way.


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