It took me a while to understand love.
The kind that stays around and doesn't light new fires,
but shows you how to tend the embers that last.
The heat is still strong and gives a warmth you shouldn't ignore.
Embers when she still thinks you're funny after all these years.
Embers when forgiveness is given with just a look.
Embers when she says she wants to pass first,
because she doesn't want to know grief like that.
Embers are sometimes careless in this way.
Their heat can still burn you even without touch.
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Michael Anthony
That is what I want, if only I didn't snuff them out. Great job!
Thank you for stopping by to
Thank you for stopping by to coment Leslie - much appreciated!
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The Properties of Embers
Beautiful, Michael,
A sincere poem from a grateful heart and tender soul.
Thank you!
L
Spot on L! Thanks for
Spot on L! Thanks for commenting.
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