Sometimes I just feel like writing a poem.
For _____
Before you
Mine was the life of the mind
Stimulating love affair with the intellect
I plumbed heights and depths of thought and was content
Then you
No one prepared me for this!
And after all these years, I still
Can’t understand where this astonishing capacity came from
How it is possible that I can care so much
It hurts!
I pray for a heart strong enough to bear the pain.
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