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...because LOVE is a verb...

Writer's picture: Meg VlaunMeg Vlaun

15 August 2021


…because LOVE is a verb…


A senseless smock of sunflowers I wore,

With tender cheek and gently dimpled hand.

I spouted silly esoteric lore

Never suspecting you might understand.

So formally you sported crisp dark blue,

Bright hair, sage smirk, mysterious grey eyes.

Absorbing flighty words I said as true,

You envisioned a future giving rise.

Down years our tacky intimacy marched

Traversing worlds and phases lush with life.

While oft on passion’s precipice it perched,

Respectively some stages balanced strife.

Adapting to our world, we’ve bloomed – we grew;

Yet amidst constant change, I still choose you.

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