4.22.2015

Perfect, Love, Poem

When first
we made our love,
conspiring together,
we knew not that years would welcome
losses
and gain
in volumes unspoken before,
measured in soft footfalls,
rhyming heartbeat
patters.

#22 of 30 poems in April! For Kenia’s prompt to the Real Toads: The Perfect Love Poem
Posted by Marian at 4:50 PM
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11 comments:

  1. Sanaa RizviApril 22, 2015 at 5:35 PM

    Nothing beats the first time....!

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-WadeApril 22, 2015 at 5:53 PM

    Ahhh! (Which is the perfect response elicited by a perfect love poem.)

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  3. Other MaryApril 22, 2015 at 7:38 PM

    We never do know at the start..and yet...
    Lovely.

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  4. HannahApril 22, 2015 at 8:36 PM

    Sigh...perfect love poem. Beautiful, Marian. Love the closing especially.

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  5. Björn RudbergApril 23, 2015 at 12:41 AM

    The start is one thing - the true delights are the years to come..

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  6. Susie ClevengerApril 23, 2015 at 1:05 AM

    We never know where a dream will take us. Beautiful

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  7. grapelingApril 23, 2015 at 6:01 AM

    awww ~

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  8. OutlawyerApril 23, 2015 at 7:09 AM

    The rhymes of heart beats are pretty great. Thanks. k.

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  9. Debi SwimApril 23, 2015 at 7:24 AM

    awwww.... what a wonderful journey

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  10. Kerry O'ConnorApril 23, 2015 at 2:40 PM

    Such a leap of faith!

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  11. JimApril 23, 2015 at 4:44 PM

    Wonderful, Marian. We never forget, even when it ends before its time.
    In fact, I think when those memories are roiled our body goes into some sort of quasi-euphoria.
    ..

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