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

11 comments:

  1. Nothing beats the first time....!

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

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

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

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

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  6. We never know where a dream will take us. Beautiful

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

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  8. awwww.... what a wonderful journey

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  9. 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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