Loosing sight of who you are,what’s meant to be.
Moving in opposite directions, longing for adventure to see.
One may find a path filled with an artistic skill.
The other embarking on a urging will.
To see new places,
meet new faces.
Then you feel like possibly your stretched in opposite ways.
It’s not like your getting any younger, no more counting of the days.
You join together like two morning doves, together you entail.
Engaging in creativity and travelling many a trail.
Serendipity, there is no other I would rather share.
Right from the beginning, who would know.
Working side by side, than off we would go.
Living our lives in very different ways.
Often I didn’t see him for several days.
The meal smelt great, the table was set.
It was there I knew, you were the love I finally met.
As two morning doves,love was meant to be.
Loneliness will never happen, as long as you are with me.
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Cathy Deslippe
Catherine Deslippe
At the age of 7, I became an author. I am an international writer with many authors; all royalties went to cancer patients without insurance. I used to write to cope, but now I write to bring others hope.
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