Brilliant, diamond facets glisten, radiant as if finger fitted suns. Worn as rings, nuptial treasures, they showcase love, true, unbreakable, obvious, radiant as any bride’s smile, impervious as trust that has no hardness scale.
Strength. How must it be measured? What is its nature? Metal or mental? Useful? Or not? Consider its worth. Can it help? Or heal? When is its use apropos? Only the weaker ones know, to treasure their strength for use in ways that guard them.
Spectators gather, amazed; Nadal was upset by his first-round challenger who defied his dominance, dispatched his long reign. His volleys didn’t threaten Zverev, who took Nadal’s reign with lightning fast serves, that dethroned the storied champ.
Dew glistens, gathers like wet dust until it leaves, vanishes, loses its hold like sunshine, its horizon. Our march through time stops only if life shudders then halts for nature to pause, consider new paths, when to unload morning dew.
Was it Mystic where we met? So near the sea, ours to sail where dreams could take us. Books I want to write began there, where I felt love as forceful as waves that lured me to see chapters writing themselves penned when your eyes culled words like magic.
Unpaid, undaunted children searched hallways and rooms. Looked under rugs and bedspreads, pillows and cushions and legs of suspicious chairs. Their search lasted hours and more, until each sleuth knew for sure their hunt had revealed their pet dog had gone outdoors.
Too long ago to remember, where it was we met or what made our phones connect. Did we discuss our futures when we didn’t know how far our lives would take us on which unfamiliar roads? Now we meet to plan where our future trips will go.
Anxious until they arrive; frosts cover their beds with thin white lace many nights until winter’s early spring displaces brutal chills with gentle breezes, warm as lovers’ lips, their welcome kisses, life-giving as sunshine, its arousal.
Drink it as an elixir? Wonderful that way, a curative for your blues on days when nothing seems sweet. When disappointment reigns like a tempestuous monarch whose bitter approach robs good times of their life-giving exuberance.
That word suggests ultimate devotion, complete commitment, without fanfare, doubt, or fluctuation. Its focus, sincere affection beyond question, unchallenged by all wavering desires that flutter away, pours like water over stone
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