
“Love is a burning desire, that makes your heart light on fire.” Ritu Ghatourey
Her Sigh The softness of her sigh touched my tidal dream with eloquent slow water on the softest pillows of sand clouds on summer days when worlds not seen come close in gauzy thinness that I touch but only with a feltness of heart that wells up in me and wants to love the whole swirling lot of her. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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romantic and ethereal…
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Thank you for that VJ 🙂
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Welcome, Paul.
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so moving and heartwarming to be loved like you describe!❤️
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Softly expressed… Very beautiful, Paul.
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Thank you Amy 🙂
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Gorgeous piece. 🕊
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Many thanks for sharing that.
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My pleasure, friend. 🕊
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🙂
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Wow such a beautiful use of words in this poem to create such a sensual experience
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Thank you so much Lyn 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you so much Chuck.
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A very sweet love poem. “The whole swirling lot of her” is just perfect.
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It’s all about that swirling lot of her, calm within the chaos if I could put it like that. Thank you Liz 🙂
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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