Dear Bond,
Minutes, hours, days, weeks, months:
In the seat of emotion time
dilates, stands still, then moves
forward again. The heart knows nothing of
the abyss of linear living. Tingle, sparkle,
tease of interaction balance without
peril, as remembering arrives. And with arriving
the inner presence longs for renewal,
knowing the search for belonging
goodness was completed then
restarted. To peer into the past and conceive
a future is a gift, to share that gift is life's
treasure. Relapsed perhaps,
respected and loved, always.
With deep and tender affection,
LarryG
---------------------------------------Minutes, hours, days, weeks, months:
In the seat of emotion time
dilates, stands still, then moves
forward again. The heart knows nothing of
the abyss of linear living. Tingle, sparkle,
tease of interaction balance without
peril, as remembering arrives. And with arriving
the inner presence longs for renewal,
knowing the search for belonging
goodness was completed then
restarted. To peer into the past and conceive
a future is a gift, to share that gift is life's
treasure. Relapsed perhaps,
respected and loved, always.
With deep and tender affection,
LarryG
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8 comments:
"To peer into the past and conceive
a future is a gift, to share that gift is life's treasure."
a beautiful idea.
your love letters are always filled with magic...
smiles,
The past is the past, the future is a gift.
How about "Love Relapse" as a song or band title?
Wonderful, I think it is.
Lovely, as always.
relapse into past pleasures... what a beautiful concept!!!
somethings are worth remembering, somethings are worth relapsing for...wonderful
From beginning to end, I felt as though I'd come full circle! Lovely, Larry! :))
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