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May the God in heaven,
Up above,
Know the deep intent
Of my love.
May all those you know
Be aware,
Of the one person of who
You care.

Tell me now.
Tell me true.
Is it alright
If I love you?

I am next to her, in our bed.
Reaching out to touch her arm,
to make sure, she is here with me.
A sign of weakness or being afraid
she won't be there when I awake.
Not knowing what will come next in life,
I reach out to touch my lovely wife.

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Shared by Heather Cox Richardson from Letters from an American on October 17, 2020 

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A small figure with
golden hair, stands outside
the cone of light, on darkened
street. A bicycle propped up,
on kick stand, blends with
the shadows. Flash of
light, reflections of arms
waving in a warming motion.
What thoughts go through
a small boys head as he
stands alone, in the darkness.
Watching, waiting for the appearance
of another, early morning, traveler.

Clouds racing
for the far horizon,
running from
the evening light.

Wind comes puffing
in short hard bursts,
causing tree limbs
to whip in frenzy.

The Sun, peeking through
the clouded masses,
reflects the rain and
like sheeted glass
it splatters,
on the window.

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The air is heavy with
much dampness when
a cold wind blows
down the street.
Not raining now.