Lazing By The Well

This love, our love
so understated
but all consuming

A stick of rock
it's written right through me
and always has been
Reaching out a hand
to feel
your hand waiting

A tide
I’ll always return
A well
I’ll always refill
your bucket
with love

All my wants, all my needs
melt into a single thought
All my hopes and dreams
collide inside the fact
you exist

I reach out my hand
take your cheek 
in my palm
Your smile doesn’t dim
but takes on a new glow

A tide
I’ll always return
A well
I’ll always refill
with buckets
of love…

 

[2023]

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Tom

Sun 22nd Jan 2023 15:19

Thanks Stephen and Uilleam! Very kind of you both. A small poem about real love.

Thanks also to Jordyn, Frederick, Holden, K Lynn, Hugh, Uilleam and Hélène for reading my words and clicking 'like', Much appreciated!

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Sun 22nd Jan 2023 11:33

Beautifully and simply put, Tom.

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 19th Jan 2023 16:56

Another gem, Tom. 'All consuming' is absolutely right.

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