You paint thoughtful bouquets
On those dark and dreary
days
Sincerely scented somethings
Colours held in individual
pose
When life has its shades of
dark
You send rays of sunshine
kisses
They peep upon my
melancholy
To uplift a spirit’s
hidden smile
Quiet whispers of
endearment
Dance in flutters of a heartbeat
I sense and feel his true kindness
Knowing how he knows me so
well…
Eileen T O’Neill
03/11/2019
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/11/pantry-of-poetry-and-prose-2.html?m=1
There is a special kind of magic in having--and knowing we have--someone who knows exactly who we are and what we need. This is lovely.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely, Eileen...soft and tender words.
ReplyDeleteIt must be blessed to have someone around that lift you up in such a great way
ReplyDeleteIt is lovely, to be known well by a dear one. I feel the spirit rise with the whispered endearments. How wonderful.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful!!❤️❤️
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely write Eileen! The tenderness is so soft and inviting
ReplyDeleteOh, how lovely to be so supported. And beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeleteO Eileen, such a nice write. Nice words and thoughts, none are cross. Congrats on such a sweet and long romance, I know it is you. (BTW, we are sitting at 46, trying for 50 if I can live that long. It's my second.)
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What a delight it is to have that feeling of oneness with another.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and tender tribute. I love this.
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing like being truly known and understood by someone you love. I think of my beloved and all the small ways we reach out to each other based on years of experience.
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