By Charles Robert Lindholm
I may never feel the touch
of your skin upon mine
or drink in all your kisses
like some fabled, vintage wine
but you have given me such joy
like none have done before
so I shall always hunger
for time
with you
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Very tender love poem.
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Thanks so much for your sweet comment, Sadje!!!
xoxo
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You’re welcome 😉
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Yes, the real hunger never stops
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But, that’s a good thing, right? Thanks for your view and kind comment, Ivor!
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Beautiful!
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Thank you so much, Dear E!!!!
xoxoxo
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Reblogged this on Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie.
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Thank you so very much for your kind reblog of this piece!! So very sweet!!
xoxo
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Love this! Great job!
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Happy you enjoyed this!!!
xoxo
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Beautiful
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So happy you enjoyed this, My Friend!
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Indeed
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