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Age of Love

Turning to laugh softly at your witty adage, I meet the same soft blue eyes  I have looked into for the past three decades. They are now surrounded by laugh lines but,  I am just as hopelessly in love with the man behind them  As I was the day you took my hand. The years have passed... And our hair has greyed,  Our faces softened to timeworn wrinkles but, The same adoration shines brightly from our eyes when our gazes meet. Your touch still brings me to life.  The gruffness your voice has acquired with age, Still, after all of these years,  Comforts my soul.  Soft kisses from your lips Still erase my every thought. Your arms still remain the only true home  I have ever known.  You have always been my treasure, My ataraxis.  The very last breath I take
Will be used to whisper words of love to you.
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My Angel

Eyes opening to the  filtered morning light Blinking sleepily until  my gaze focuses in on the cherished sight of you  still sleeping peacefully in front of me Soaking in the feel of your heat  As your breathing rhythmically  presses your skin against mine. Carefully pressing my face against your back, I inhale your scent. Softly laying my hand on your chest,  To feel the most precious thing  in the world to me, Your heartbeat.  I know I have awoken  just to insure this isn't a dream, And that you are really here in my arms... You, my heaven on earth, are really mine  Comforted by this knowledge,  I gently kiss your skin  and curl closer to you. 
Drifting back to sleep  holding an angel in my arms.


I am constantly awed by the  boundless depth of love my soul carries within itself, for you. Do you realize my soul never leaves your side? At night, it would wander away and sleep next to its love... I now find it missing  in the sunlit hours of day... Sitting quietly upon the floor by your side, Watching every nuance of you  with unadulterated adoration.  Being unable to bear the separation from you, Even if only a few feet. I pull it back to me,  Admonishing quietly  that you must have time to yourself without a rapt audience. The sadness of being apart from my mate  permeates me as I pull it back within me... The feeling so desolate that My eyes mist in response. I quietly let go of the bonds,  Releasing my soul to the only home it has ever known.  Happily, it tucks itself back in, Next to your feet,  Continuing its vigil of love. 

My Destiny

I miss you today so much it aches... Longing desperately for your arms And the future we have before us.  Waiting to spend my life gazing into the eyes of The person whom I was designed for... My other half, my soulmate. Waking every morning to the sound of your heartbeat beneath my ear And your soft gusts of breath drifting across my bare skin. Kissing you awake for the rest of eternity, Seeing that smile you only have for me as you drift awake from your dreams to join me for the day.  Holding you close over coffee and  spending evenings listening to your brilliant mind. Being your solace, your safe haven,  when your shoulders have borne too much.  Finishing each star-lit night loving you to exhaustion and
Listening to your sighs of relaxation  upon my chest as you drift peacefully  back to your dreams. 


Acutely longing for the quiet mind  your presence gifts me with. My thoughts a pain-inducing  jumble of string with no end to begin untangling them.  Your calmness grounds my soul  and gives it purpose and guidance, As the moon rescues the tides from chaos and disharmony. Your presence a balm to my forlorn and weary soul, So tired of trying to find its way  through this heartless, labyrinth of a world.  Craving your embrace, And the restful reprieve that Only your arms offer me.  Needing the protection of your strength I am so desperately tired,  Closing my eyes in defeat and longing to hear your whispered words, You are safe, my baby girl. Sleep.


The soft warmth of your soul  Brushes mine As if knowing I have curled up in my bed, The time my heart misses you the absolute most. I feel your heat, like a tangible entity, My body temperature physically increasing as your soul curls around my lonely form. My soul shifts restlessly in my chest, Needing to clasp you and  Hold you close,  to keep you safely protected in my arms.  My mind sensing the same loneliness in you through our tether... Leaving me contemplating how to physically pull your soul closer... To ease our loneliness.  Softly running my hand over the sheet, Where I feel, with all my heart, The indentation of your soul would be, I try vainly to wish you next to me,  My eyes misting as I think of how much I miss your heartbeat.  Wrapping your shirt tightly around me, I softly whisper "My heart is always yours"  And, closing my eyes, Picture your gorgeous face in my mind 
Until I drift into a restless sleep. 

Socially Inept

Never learning to mind my words, Forgetting to consider if they would injure or offend.  Abruptly ended conversations  Making me pick apart every syllable, Wondering if I've inadvertently crossed a hurtful boundary Once again.  Struggling so violently with what is publicly acceptable  To the point of feeling socially handicapped sometimes.  My ideas, words, and humor... Are either before their time or  Will never see their time. The constant frustration of Effortlessly helping others blossom,  Yet, being unable to reach those goals myself. How can one person  Be so socially inept? I should be quarantined  To an undisclosed location Where the only one to be verbally injured 
Is me.