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Soft Paths
They say that love is blind
and, that being said,
though our hearts have seen inside,
I must now, like a blind man,
take in the braille of your beauty.
And, as our lips speak pleasure,
an entree of delight,
there’s a tremble of anticipation,
as our hands take soft paths
to places over the moon.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
pvcann.com
Beautifully tender love poem
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Thank you so much.
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So soft.
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Thanks Rupali, yes.
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Beautiful and so soft as love.Loved the reference of moon
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Thank you Megha.
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Wow that is beautiful an beautifully written
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Thank you so much Lyn
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scorching and gentle ….
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I like your response, thank you Kate
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I try to be creative 🙂
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😉
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The Braille is such an apt image and you have used blindness as a conceit for love with humour and precision. I liked it, Paul!
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Ted, thank you for that reflection, much appreciated indeed. You got it.
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Beautiful!❤
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Thank you so much
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Loved the beauty and the thrill of imaging of your lines – “I must now, like a blind man, take in the braille of your beauty.”
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Appreciate your reflection and experience of this.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you for that
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Always a pleasure to share your words with followers!
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Awww ❤
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🙂
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Romance alert! 🙂 Beautiful.
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🙂 alert indeed ,thank you
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