Poetry (words)

He 

He doesn’t see what I see, nor understand the absolute beauty of sitting beside him in silence. How his presence is the fuel that breathes life into my heart. 

All of his struggles are mine. His indecisions are the choices I have. None of this will change me, my feelings are constant. I love from a different place. A place that doesn’t  adorn Valentine’s cards with man made designs.

Don’t question the reasons of feelings and love. What destroys will eventually fall apart, but those who truly love tread gently. 

Thank you for the inspiration x 

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