Whispers in the depth of night
Whites of our eyes shining bright
Lips in movement
Words offer our reality
Conversing in shallow tunes
Touch, leaning into the heat of you
Expressing thoughts; gift to thee
Without fear, fate leads the he and she of our bonding.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Magical, Miss A.!! Is this a “done deal,” or just a beautiful hope, might I ask??
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I’m not sure what a done deal would even feel like, Ms. Debbie. This poem felt right at the time, anything more than that would be a real jump towards a final conclusion. In fact, I would go so far in saying I have an incredible ability to see hopeful when the facts show either way as the outcome. Hopeless romantic. Always have been and will always be.
Happy New Year ♡
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Right back atcha ma’am — but perhaps “hopeful romantic” better expresses it?!!
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What a touching poem, Audrey. This just fills me with sweet feelings.
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I’m really glad this leaves you with a positive feeling. That makes me truly happy, Shari. ♡
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I think “without fear” is the key. Beautiful, Audrey.
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Yep. That is key. Thank you for saying so, Dan. Happy New Year!
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Happy New Year, Audrey!
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Good to have fate in your corner. Have to be careful given the fickleness of fate
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Fate is all we have in the end. One day I’ll have all the reason in the world to believe in love.
Happy New Year, Butch ♡
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Happy New Year, Audrey.
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