These are the days when love comes to test us
to see if we meant what we said
A well-worn kiss shouldn’t be discarded
Familiarity isn’t something to scoff at
Your hand in mine
has always made sense–
time hasn’t made me senseless
These are the days
between yesterday and tomorrow
when love asks
what it has meant
and what it’ll continue to mean
Everything, I reply
These days mean everything
Happy Valentine’s Day too all the lovers
PS – I never pronounce the word ‘familiarity’ properly, so you’ll never hear an audio with it 😉
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Nicely done! Your poems are always perfect, it seems.
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Oh thank you Ben, that’s high praise indeed! 😅
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A lovely piece. I sometimes make errors on audios and then have to decide whether I should record again. Often I don’t. I leave it and pretend it is a ‘revised version’
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😆😆😆 That’s hilarious David. I can’t help myself, I have to re-record or my eye will twitch!
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“your hand in mine has always made sense/ time has made me senseless”. this hits.
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Thanks VJ. Time can be a sobering thing when it comes to love, but that doesn’t always mean it should be discarded in the light of day 😁
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I agree, but so often it is, in moments of senselessness
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💕💞💐
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😊🌻
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This is so beautiful
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Oh thank you so much 😊😊😊
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How did I miss this beautiful poem?? Absolutely gorgeous words choices and pictures painted. 🤟❤️
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Oh thanks so much 😁
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