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The morning awakes with stuttering respect Night time peace is past. The new day to me is opportunity Familiar movements from my love Sadly recognising that rest is done At least for the moment Refusing to wholly awake is one I know. She feels that more sleep would be...well Even on days off the climbing out is a considered move More considered, than move I love her for her familiar ways My moderated interaction has taken time to evolve I understand, we can't all be the same I love her for what she is and has taught me Patience and tolerance Oh how much I've learned about myself Love is an acceptance of difference A morphing of two ideals A belief that neither is right but then... Neither is wrong Maturing love is a joy that has moved from blindness To being at peace with your lover But most of all it is the recognition That you are with someone Who cares, understands and forgives you Overlooks odd ways and strange sayings The underlying passion of true love Never recedes or diminishes, but grows Easier in the knowledge of  an element of comfort In wonderment and true happiness Our jagged edges of self are no longer apparent And the depth of our rounded love clasps us together In time and space
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC
Maturing love
The morning awakes with stuttering respect Night time peace is past. The new day to me is opportunity Familiar movements from my love Sadly recognising that rest is done At least for the moment Refusing to wholly awake is one I know. She feels that more sleep would be...well Even on days off the climbing out is a considered move More considered, than move I love her for her familiar ways My moderated interaction has taken time to evolve I understand, we can't all be the same I love her for what she is and has taught me Patience and tolerance Oh how much I've learned about myself Love is an acceptance of difference A morphing of two ideals A belief that neither is right but then... Neither is wrong Maturing love is a joy that has moved from blindness To being at peace with your lover But most of all it is the recognition That you are with someone Who cares, understands and forgives you Overlooks odd ways and strange sayings The underlying passion of true love Never recedes or diminishes, but grows Easier in the knowledge of  an element of comfort In wonderment and true happiness Our jagged edges of self are no longer apparent And the depth of our rounded love clasps us together In time and space
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC
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