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Jun 2019
They say we have but only three loves who come into our story
I have had more loves than three
And this is what they taught me

My first love taught me how to leave
Even when it didn't feel right
When feelings made you strangers by day
But knew each others hearts and bodies at night
My second love taught me compassion while his heart hosted none, a genius in all he did but all humanity gone
My third love taught me about deception
And that sometimes upgrades aren't true
When you thought you hit the lottery but they can't seem to respect you
My forth love taught me what I want
In a world so blinded by molded things
I canceled my own wedding and I gave him back the ring
My fifth love taught me sobriety even when I didn't drink
That sometimes we get drunk on lust
And we need to evaluate the things we think
My sixth love taught me how to parent a little girl that wasn't mine
It broke my heart when he walked away, though our friendship is still alive

And now it is my seventh love,
A lucky number to some
He's shared with me his beautiful mind and
Only sweet words roll off his tongue
My seventh love taught me that strength exists in meekness
His soul is gentle, nurturing, and kind
Not to be mistaken for weakness
His love is strong and tenacious as a lion's heart
My seventh love just might be the One
May God forbid us from breaking apart
Based off Sara Teasdale's poem "The Gift"
Myra
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Myra  24/F/Pennsylvania
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     Aqua Rose and Hirondelle
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