yes, little breaths each day but thankfully love is always here, does that sound sappy? guess when one says the word love, it always seem like there should be hearts drawn everywhere
I like the photo-I guess love can be racy too!?Thank you for sharing this.
A nice balance here between the onward march of life, and the eternal nature of love.
Life is breath is everything and nothing at the same time. Isn't it strange that love is eternal. You have me pondering this mystery.
somehow love seems even stronger when the breath has gone....
Thank you, dear heart, for these words about the never ending quality of love. It is, before the beginning and at the end. As my grandmother said in talking about her near death experience at the age of 9...'it's closer than your own skin, Beth' Here's a post about that story:http://virtualteahouse.com/forums/thread/9.aspxLoved your poem. Thank you.
Isn't it amazing how little control we have over the things of life like breath and love.
it is - lovely!
Hi Ms. di Bello. You are being an idealist here although we all DO (or should) think like that when we fall in love. Believing that love is never ending is what love is all about...The Cinque Terre is pretty well my favorite place in Italy although tomorrow I might name another.I do like Sicily, Sorento, Tuscony, and the islands a whole lot. Naples and Milan do not get any votes from me. :-)We've been to a lot of Italy, all the tourist places for sure...
So right, love does transcend life, sometimes, even growing stronger. A wise and wonderful poem.
Lovely piece, and in light of that - what have we to fear?
Dear qualcosa di bella--beautiful one!Thanks for your note on the Virtual Tea House today--glad you found some nurture in the story of Grandma there...Thanks for your vulnerability and the delight you take in life.
You say so much in so few lines. This was beautiful--and so true!
..thought provoking..many thanks..
i too believe that love flows and find way to connect
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