I catch myself holding back a wee bit Though I’ve thrown my heart over the line In this moment the truth is hard to find Have I used up all of the words that describe divine? Did I waste forever be mine on my youth? Do I lean back and trust completely entwined? Am I … Continue reading But I Do
Poetry
Only to reach his lips
I tiptoe around him Not on eggshells Only to reach his lips ~Just L (August 18, 2015)
Everything I’ve Got
In case it was not clear, I am building a love story with everything I've got. ~Just L (August 15, 2015) Published in the September 2015 Blender of Love Digest
Trailing Thoughts
As I walked ahead finding my normal strideFirst time carrying a pack, uncertainty in my tenacity I hideI hear (the words of my yogi) “Some days are the days to work harder than others.”I find my breath supports meI exhale everything stale, including the airAnd press onWeight squarely on my hipsNone on my shouldersAny weight … Continue reading Trailing Thoughts
Cautiously Giddy
There is absolutely no way to be cautiously giddy. -Just L (July 29, 2015) Published in the August 2015 Blender of Love Digest
Never Keep a Box of Hate
Never keep a little box of hate. It will grow. Let it go. ~Just L (July 17, 2015)
Ugly Shirt
There is something about him that makes me feel all giddy inside. Even when he is wearing a very ugly shirt. This must be LOVE. ~Just L (May 26, 2015)
You make me want to move furniture!
You make me want to move furniture! When you -- if you -- should you -- ever -- get this, then I shall know that you get me, completely. ~Just L (May 17, 2015)
Sacrifice
No one will ever understand your sacrifice... Whether it is time; money; dreams deferred. It makes no difference whether you raised children on your own, cashed out your retirement to invest in another’s dream, gave your all to a love, or to an unwinnable war. The reason makes no difference. No one else will understand … Continue reading Sacrifice
Witness
I want to be married for a lifetime - a witness to another's life is the most sacred calling, and one who will witness mine, my deepest longing. Alas perhaps in my own life, my children are that witness, as they are indeed the keeper of all my treasures. ~Just L (originally penned in 2008)
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