Treasures – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Treasures

It began with a beginning
as these things often do,
when we made ourselves a something,
from a timeless recipe of note,
with ingredients at random like
a kiss inviting more,
a touch electrifying with longing,
a gaze that touched our soul,
a word that sang our heart,
and folding all with love,
these are the rituals of our sacred trysts,
traditions born of loving,
treasures to be held.

ยฉPaul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

17 Comments

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17 responses to “Treasures – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Great poem; happy new year to you

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  2. Perfectly writtenโค๏ธ

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  3. ah the incurable romantic … may your new year be peaceful and fulfilling ๐Ÿ™‚

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  4. Best wishes for the New Year!

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  5. I love this. Happy New Year, Paul.

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  6. lync56

    So beautifully spun words

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