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To reap your love

A poem made of fragments of emotions

By Karen CavePublished 11 months ago • 1 min read
To reap your love
Photo by Danila Balashkin on Unsplash

A collection of memories, a harvest of emotions

Taken from moments of love and devotion

Our first kiss, the first time you took my hand

And held it tight, so that I would not misunderstand!

I reap love, every time I picture your face

Every time I recall the sensation of being in your arms

It takes me to another place

Where you gather me in, and my heart it calms

A cull of feelings, being weird

Letting me stroke and kiss your beard

Collecting things that you've given me

Gifts, time, precious energy

Drawing faces on eggs and corks

A cornucopia of experiences, from drives to walks

We don't yield often, it means a lot when we do

And I want to return an abundance of love to you

Garnering kindness, shelter from the storm

I know in your golden fields I will always keep warm

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About the Creator

Karen Cave

A mum, a friend to many and I love to explore dark themes and taboos in my writing.

Hope you enjoy! I appreciate all likes, comments - and please share if you'd like more people to see my work.

Karen x

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    Written by Karen Cave