I wrote a couple of poems this morning:
Waiting
It’s Valentine’s morning
I sit alone waiting
for my life to start
Seconds drag by
reminding me that
I do not live
Finally she awakens
to greet me
I can breathe again
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My Angel
my buddy
my wife
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I love this poem. It’s very simply written with easy to understand symbolism. I find it extremely hard to write about love and describe it in unique ways. It is a good feeling to know that another person feels so much for them that they feel less then alive when not together.