she haunts me
like a pleasant feeling
like dew on garden flowers
as I walk barefoot
through the black earth
there is no hate within her
no pride
no hurt
a perfect flower
flowers don’t scream
or sulk
or spread nasty rumors
When they laugh
it’s beautiful
and not a sarcastic stare
this woman, and I
enjoy a cup of tea
late into the evening
sharing our favorite stories
there is no talk of other people
envious gossip
or trips we will take
it’s two young people, old at heart
enjoying each other
the morning dew
before the afternoon sun
I trust her
because I love her.
Just Poetry 
She sounds lovely
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Thanks Ananda!!! She is. 🙂
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So well written
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Thanks desert flower!!!
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I like this very much, heartfelt and direct!
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Thanks Liz!!! 🙂 Yeah, that one roared out of me! I love it when that happens.
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You’re welcome, Ian! I know just what you mean. Those are the best!!
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