Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Wildly

Every poem I write, 
every melody I hum 
into the silent morning, 
every plant watered 
and every dish cleared 
from your spot 
at the table: 
they all tell the 
same story. 

Every single 
piece of you 
is loved, 
wildly, 
by me. 

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