Sunday, 10 June 2018

The heart








I cannot tell you 

 how much I love this life

 these days 

 when the sun shines hot

 and the heart is full of memories.

 This extra ordinary life,
bursting at the seams
with hope.

 The darker days seem long gone now
and I will not, 
no, I refuse to 
think they will return.

 I cannot tell you how much I love you
and the way your hand reaches
instinctually for mine.

 Those memories that you make 
each day, for me.

 I love you, in Biblical proportions.

 This happens when
the heart
is 
bursting
at 
the seams

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