I wither
Like a flower without sun
Or a tree without water
When I live without your touch.
I crumble
Like a brittle sandcastle to the sea
Or a ruin of old
When I live without your strength.
I falter
Like a record that’s been scratched
Or a train without rails
When I live without your guidance.
I perish
Like a forest in a fire
Or a house in a storm
When I live without your love.
It is you that completes me.
It is you that makes me whole.
It is you that perfects me.
It is you that soothes my soul.
And to live life without you
Is to love life no more
Because even in this short while
Your love’s shook me to my core.
And I no longer wither or crumble
Won’t falter or perish
Can’t be less than all I can be
All for the simple fact
That I now have you…with me.
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Soooo… What’s the melody?
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The melody? Huh? Whu? What?
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This feels like a song
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Powerful words, so I sense love in the air. Well done.
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In the air, my bones, every day and my entire being. Yesyesyes!
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Touching
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Glad to hear!
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Fantastic piece Zoewie, cheers.
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Rawr!
Lovely – thank you!
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Beautiful piece of poetry, Zoe.
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Thank you so much!!
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SMiLes Zoe Whole
Wow It Makes Me
Happy You’ve Found
That Special Ingredient
In Life That
Makes
You Feel
Whole Why
Being Super Smart
Is Like A Puzzle Piece
Mind We Spend Years
Trust me Hehe Yes Even
5.3 Decades Getting Our
Shit
Altogether
In One Pile
Complete A Rather
Crude Metaphor Yet
Perhaps One To Remember
Hehe
Anyway
Zoe Baby
Whatever
Works
Calming
It Is Empathically
To For Me To See
You
Finally
Whole
At
Least
In A Poem With
SMiles Oh Lord
i Have So Many Super
Smart FRiEnDS Who
Struggle
With
Becoming
Whole All
Their
Life For
My Wife Just
Watching A TV
Shoes Relaxing
While She Keeps
Her Pocahontas
Figure Washing
All My Dirty Underwear
Is Enough For Her That
Reminds me Of When my
Female Psychotherapist
Said my Wife is Lucky to
Have
me Well
i Don’t Know
About That i
Hear That A lot
Yet i Don’t Think
My Psychotherapist
Heard That From my
Wife Hehe As She Has
To See Her Living With
Me
Too
Hehe
Oh The
Honeymoon
Years Travel
On In IMaGiNaRiuMs
At
Least Hehe
Keep Your
Poem Today
Safe For Future
Whole Reference Dear Zoe
Trust
me May
Come in Handy👍🎨
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Thank you so much – feeling whole is everything I never knew I needed indeed!
Now….to hope that connection becomes as precious as with you and your wife!
Fingers crossed!
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SMiles
Dear Zoe
Will Keep
My Fingers
Crossed For you
Too
With SMiles🙌🌈
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Beautiful words
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Your poem is overflowing with romance. It looks like you found love.
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Looking for wholeness as I read this.
A wholeness I’m not even sure I dare write about.
Seems like as good a note as any for the Woodsy-Wagon to go out on, reading this.
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Beautiful.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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So beautiful. Glad you found love.
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So happy for you, finding some serious luvin’…😁
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“I falter like a record that’s been scratched” brilliant! C
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