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Originally Posted by Dagwolf
Um can't do it but here's the poem...
For The Love of Tia M.
by (me)
The one I love is ever new
An endless open tome.
She's danger, joy and fierce delight
She's safety, warmth and home.
Wisdom, fire, heat and calm,
Laughter, strength and tears...
Softness, love a healing balm
An end to baseless fears.
A lock of shining copper hair
The promise of a ring
Roses, whispers, summer dreams..
My love is all these things.
Within her eyes reside the stars
Which pull at her so much;
Which mountains kneel beneath her feet
And lift her up to touch.
My love is all these things and more,
A lovely endless tome.
She's danger, joy and fierce delight
And safety, warmth and home.
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Daggie, this is BEAUTIFUL -- seriously. It's a little maudlin, but hell, you were a lot younger then. Never be ashamed of the past. It's only shame that breeds denial, and it is only denial that keeps a person from growing. You ARE a poet --
j-