You taught me love
When you let me hold you
With my fingerless gloves
And my old hat askew
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Commitments, acceptance of what's in your heart when you can't bear each moment, that you are apart sweet nothings and kisses, oh! so divine love grows with commitment, love grows with time Loved your poem Jack!
This is something else, Jack. I love all the ideas drifting through here. You will never be ethereal at PH, don't fear (smile)
'Bon voyage' should really be in italics, but, irritatingly, Poemhunter doesn't do italics! Thanks for your wonderful comments.