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 Sep 2015 Michael Humbert
Lydia
Its the little things you do,
like the way you pulled the covers up over my exposed body before you left this morning
You probably thought I was asleep
but I was awake enough for a minute to see the last thing you did before you shut the bedroom door,
and went downstairs
was take care of me

it's in those moments that I fall even deeper in love with you
the moments that remind me how lucky I am
to be the center of someones world
who absolutely dosent have to revolve around my orbit
but decided that they wanted to

I am loved deeper in my weakest moments
you never stop trying
your love is unwavering
even when I do nothing but push against you
you simply stay
and love me
anyways

maybe it's because we're more than lovers
we are two souls
connected in a bond tighter than I think either of us can comprehend
you are my best friend
and loving you comes easy
natural, free flowing,
like breathing

many people will confess their undying love for someone in their lifetime
claim that their relationship is stronger than anyone else's  that they know
that they have something so special no one could ever understand
but I don't think our love is complicated
or hard to comprehend
because with us
you get what you see
and simplicity is the beauty of the bond that we share
we have never needed more than just each other

because love is enough
 Sep 2015 Michael Humbert
Olive
Anything you say,
Nothing you could've done
Damning my soul to hell
Reaching the deepest chamber of me,
Every minute my thoughts are of you.
Whenever the time is right, I hope you see.
Words are such peculiar things.
They can be a balm to invisible wounds.
Or the very weapon that inflicted them.
If only you could take them back.
And with them the hurt.
Things would be so different.
Maybe these words will reach you.

I'm sorry,
For what it's worth.

But words are just words,
Without the feelings behind them.
And unfortunately my feelings,
Have no words.
There's
No
Reason
I
Can
Think
Of
That
I'll
Ever
Stop
Loving
You*


I lived in darkness
For way to long;
But then mine angel
Cameth along.

She woreth a feather
Filipino brawn;
Native ******
She strummed me song's.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
Nothing,
not even the stars,
can hurt you
as much as love.
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