Tag: love
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One year
later,and here weare. Who knew thatthings couldbe so simple,and also socomplicated, allat once. I was rightthat day, thinking:this guy.We found ourflow, the easyrhythm of dogkisses in the morning. I learned to bequiet, and notfill those early morningspaces withquestions.I learned thatsomeone could bethrillingly exciting,and incredibly safe, atthesametime. And that I reallydo likethe look of you,and the…
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Today
I’m cravingyou.Not the largebuffet you, withunlimitedoptions. The quietyou, the beanson toast and blackcoffee you. The feeling as you strokemy fingers. Yourbreathing, rhythmic andclear.The closeness of yourskin. The wayyour eyes crinklewhen you laugh. The smokiness of your voicewhen you holda cigarette. Yourlaugh, easy andabundant. These tinypieces ofyou, small,yet deliciouslyprecious. ~Lu
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There is
nothing equalabout love.There, I said it.It ebbs and flows,like a low, constant,hummingvoltagebetween two beings.The wavesdramatic, from oneend,some days,and short and cozyon others. We don’t lovealike, just likewe don’t experiencecoffee or chocolatealike. And thatsimply adds toits near perfection. For to lovefreely, and tobe loved generouslyin return, isperhaps oneof the most trulymagnificent thingsthataren’t things, onecan experience. So…
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My love
is green, like moss. Its luxury seeping inbetween your toes. An unexpected comfort in a time of need. My love is rosegold. Like the early morning light lapping at the mountain. Full of optimism, and joy, its cloak of promise covering distance as far as the eye can see. My love is blue. Like a…
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And then
you do it all again. You come on over and flick the switch into overdrive and that good ol’ black magic comes flooding back in. You are magical in your everydaynes like the perfect double espresso, and conversely also in your wildness, your crazy freeness and your amazing playful spirit. A considerate hedonist, perhaps 😉…
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The only thing
wrong with that dress is that it’s not crumpled into a pile next to my bed. Every woman glows up beautifully under the keen eye of an eager admirer. And in that lies the rub, for not every admirer is upstanding and not every glorious woman’s heart has been sufficiently fed in her lifetime. So…
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Kanvhwiya for Frank
An old man ha! That might be the state of your canoo, Dear One, yet it could not be further from the truth. You shine. Your glimmer. You thrum with an energy deeper than yourself. You heal. You reach, you seek to understand to grow to nurture. You are a blessing unto us all my …
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She is my favourite
thing. Although she is neither mine, nor a thing. I have loved her in bouts and spurts, with crashed bicycles and stolen fruit, for her entire life, and most of mine. We have been apart, not realising the emptiness inside and between us. We have been together, luxuriating in each others’ company, and we have…