If Not For Love

By skinner_jennifer
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Delicate and fragile our
dreams have become Yet!
You've always been there
even during wildest storm,
as sound of gales remind
me of crashing waves.
Remembering treading
endless roads and lanes,
leading to clifftop hikes?
Our memories are treasured
like those surging shorelines
walked through frothy white,
skimming pebbles
in smiling coves,
observing whiplash
upon Cornish rocks:
fishing boats anchored,
bobbing freely, anxious
to be away as gulls wing
their way on breezes...we
too with such freedom fly.
Now those concealed shadows dim,
curtains will never close on the flame;
they will always burn extra bright
for you my darling Valentine.
To the one I love who is my soul mate.
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sweet sentiments, Jenny, not
sweet sentiments, Jenny, not quite valentine's day yet, but everyday is when you're with that special person.
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Ah yes... femininity shines
Ah yes... femininity shines through. Nice poem, Jenny.
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adding my voice to the
adding my voice to the comments above - this is so lovely Jenny, thank you for posting it
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Very romantic. Love the sound
Very romantic. Love the sound of games as crashing waves. :)
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Lovely memories of exploring
Lovely memories of exploring the winds and waves of the coast, enjoying each other's company and sharing comradeship. Rhiannon
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What a lovely Valentine
What a lovely Valentine present ! All your memories for someone who stays with you, in storm or calm, your poem showing love can be both wide sunlit breezy beaches and cosy firelight, both holding light and warmth
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I can imagine the fingers
I can imagine the fingers entwined, hear the laughter of love on the cliff tops... a beautiful poem
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