Two young blades were we
all shear joy
making lacey hearts
and peek-a-boos too.
Red crayons broken,
black marker now dry
we’re older, less sharp
and rusted with age.
In synch through the years,
our curves more rounded
our pace less quick,
we still meet at the heart
you and I.
We make each other
our valentine.
Photo credit: Julia Freeman-Woolpert
Wow! how grand this crafty Valentine musing – you are a sharp and witty lady still, Lillian:)
really enjoyed this
Happy Valentine to you and your special guy:)
am:)
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Ditto!
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Sweet!
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Thanks!
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Wonderful wordplay and sweetness. The perfect valentine. Thank you for the smiles! Happy Valentine’s Day ❤
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You’re most welcome. Thanks for the kind words 😊
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a beautiful poem to a long time Valentine. This poem is very touching 🙂
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So glad you liked it, Melinda. 😊
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😀 you’re welcome 🙂 It’s always a pleasure to read your poems.
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