oh so familiar the smile
on your face – it is no surprise
your lips narrate a fulsomeness
which radiates from graceful
ardent eyes
there is no space for angst or
cracking discontent, your smile
was meant for mending fences
where raw anger rendered
saddened states of disrepair
again I am consumed with it,
a love attuned to it, the air of
and the wear of it etched
unrepentantly in the sheer
magnanimity of you
how utterly you beguile!
© 17 January 2007, I. D. Carswell
Hi Ivan,
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This couldn't have been written by anyone who has not reached the many cross roads of marriage.
The test of strength, love and devotion.
You just write so beautifully! Thank you.
bessye