Trinkets for the Soul


My love glides back and forth.

Up and down…

The stairs.

Completely…unaware.

As I suffer with my self-pity.

Cover myself in stages of disappointment…

A quick quip.

A random smile.

And, that is how my love…reminds me.

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What is love?

If not for something to give to another.

As if, a trinket kept secret inside the soul.

And, only on display…for our lover.

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