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Dreamt of growing
old with you
The pair of us
wrinkled and gray
In our garden
surrounded by
grandchildren and flowers
Thought our life
would end this way
But illness has come
On a solitary journey you travel
I'm here
watching you
trying desperately
not to unravel
So in my memories
forever young
you will be
While I get to keep living
When all I ever wanted
was just
you and me
My thoughts
overwhelming  
My heart filled with dismay
But it doesn't matter
how much I wish
it's not going to help you stay
So I shall just sit here
holding your hand
Telling you
I love you
and hoping you understand
Finding Todd's illness overwhelming at the moment
I have lurked into many murky shadows,
Of this earth,
Ones feelings can be revealed by spirit  
That of one or various,

That is of relevance to the galaxies,
We have found endowed our souls that have,
Broadened our emotional stance,
One belongs to me and one to thee,

However vacillate with the same infatuation,
Ones feelings can be revealed by spirit,
By the galactic energy portrayed forth,
As we once failed within our carnage,

No  longer irresistible with any decisive end,  
A new rationale of relevance to the galaxies,
A dismissed heaviness now flowing in dimensions,
Not knowing what this dimension of love is,

But strongly I am thrilled by the outcome,
Of such blissful ecstasy,
For it is now I have found my relevant spirit,
Of love in this Revelations of Infatuation”
 Feb 2018 Sourodeep
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she calls herself
"damaged goods"
as if the past stains her future with ***** fingers
marking thoughtless insults on her forehead
for all to see and judge
as if her gaze is shrouded in darkness
only able to comprehend pessimism and bleakness
never able to find love
for she is broken beyond compare
as if her lips will never be able to find another's
for she is so repulsive none will touch her

she fears that strangers can see through her
thinly veiled paranoia
and her vision turns their bored gazes into accusing glares
silently judging her with every blink
she wants to crawl away
and pull her knees to her chest and cry
she wonders if her smiles,
stretched thin across her cheeks
are obviously fake
she wonders when her acting career will be up
and then she will be tossed onto the streets
her defectiveness obviously revealed
to an invisible crowd, watching and waiting
for her time to be up

she calls herself
"damaged goods"
because she cannot comprehend
how valuable she really is
the same way a sunflower brightens a desolate field
she brings laughter to the heavy hearted
she brings admiration from the shy
she brings comfort from the ones
just like her,
who are afraid to be themselves
trees lose bark covers
like a brown snake shedding skin
to reveal new coats
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