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Innate
by Richard VinceShe flings herself into
A half height hug,
Expressing love before
She understands what it is.
She knows, though, in
That way we all do,
Deep in the strands of
Our souls that lace
Our bones with
What it is to be human.
The feeling ignites in
The woman she embraces,
Who is suddenly reminded
Of that part of herself
That never grows old.
01/26/2017 Posted on 02/10/2017
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
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| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/11/17 at 06:07 PM This a really a very good write Richard! One wonders looking back over many years how long before or if some of us ever do understand what 'love' 'really' means. 'Meaning' is such a 'god awful' word. It gives us far more credit than we really deserve.. |
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