by Anne Di Baguette
I wish I had been gentle, like you.
Careful, the way you were with me.
If only I’d had your faith or had
I would have sensed our wellspring runs deeper,
coursing under earths crust like the artery of
some greater purpose.
Three words, I love you,
existing without definition.
Through time and distance at the speed of thought you are always with me.
Posted on 12/01/2017
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