The fury of desire
Is a love quenched not
Unrequited Love.
Yet of hopeful eyes
The shining never ending
Reseeding love compounding
Lovely, my friend always
Sweetly; honestly I do
Pure and innocent as a lamb.
For me to realize my insanity
To realize that I do love you
It was only my fears; I was afraid.
I feared rejection, So I never asked
And now I know, You love me too.
I only sit and wonder
What if you told her she was the one
What if you choose her
From the best of fleece
And if she choose you.
From the flock
Would it still be
Unrequited love.
Life With Catnip 
Unimaginably tender and beautiful. The intimacy and strength of this piece moves me.
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Thank you you’re very kind is wonderful to be loved and to be in love and so inspired. happy holidays!
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Indeed it is, my dear. I wish you a warm and arousing holiday season. 😉
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Thank you,
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This is so perfectly sad and lovely.
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Thank you.
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Beautiful picture. Really beautiful and the poem is so wonderful.
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Thank you that is so lovely to be able to be so inspired when you’re so in love. It happens. Happy holidays take care.
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I am honored. Thank you for your beautiful reply. xo
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❤
You're special! 🙂
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