A person does not get to experience one thousand great loves,
Nor do the heavens allow us the convenience of choosing,
Why or when or where... Or how,
How sweetly does he calm me,
How tenderly do his hands hold,
And most of all how truly he does know me,
I never made the choice to love this man at this time in this way,
But I do.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
A person does not get to experience one thousand great loves,
Nor do the heavens allow us the convenience of choosing,
Why or when or where... Or how,
How sweetly does he calm me,
How tenderly do his hands hold,
And most of all how truly he does know me,
I never made the choice to love this man at this time in this way,
But I do.
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