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Dear husband

We are poles apart,

Too different, from the start.

With nothing to offer,

Or help each other,

Each other’s joy we smother.

 

Our lives are together now,

Where you go, I go in tow.

Let’s live the best we can,

I'll try my idea, you follow your plan.

 

We'll see each other and smile.

And continue another day.

Another mile.

🌷(7)

◄ Silence

Love bubble ►

Comments

tryingthings

Sun 20th Mar 2022 03:12

Thank you John! Tricky things for sure!

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John Botterill

Sat 19th Mar 2022 21:31

Tricky things, relationships! You combine complex ideas tangible with potent imagery. 😊

tryingthings

Sat 19th Mar 2022 19:43

Thank you Stephen! I am new to expressing myself through words, and this platform has always prompted me to develop this art everyday.
And, also, it might not be so bleak, as what follows these lines is-

I know,
Romance is a butterfly,
Too fickle to stay.
Fly in, and flit away.
I know.

I hope,
Love is like the moon,
Always there, might be seen or not.
Smiles, one day, might also say a lot.
I hope.

Once again, thanks for your observations!

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 19th Mar 2022 08:17

Bleak, but impressive.

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