My soulmate is my life; all that I live for. I get up in the morning for Her, I write verse- carrying on a one-sided conversation- for Her. She is my passion, my partner, my wife, my muse, my best friend, the love of my life, the object of The Eyes of My Heart.
Friday, January 1, 2010
Winter Wheat
a field of winter wheat reminds me our love is still in its infancy- a florid fact mythology mutters:
it stretches forth its arms, tiny fingers reaching toward eternity- fresh curls springing from its bald brow.
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