Love Poems
I don’t like to write love poems. Cause to me
love is a hodgepodge of things, quite undefinable. Romantic love, even worse. After
forty-four years together, romance seems so long ago. No more flowers, candies
or dinner dates. No long talks, hand in hand, along the beach in the summer. No
chasing leaves in the fall. No snow ball fights in the winter. No tulip and
daffodil bouquets in spring. But we say I love you and mean it.
Romance is foreign
Our love is like an oak tree
Thriving in the North
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