We pretended we didn’t know each other.
Then we pretended we didn’t like each other.
And because we pretended for so long,
I think I started believing in the pretends.
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There is no hope
for the hopeless,
for they’re as lost
as they’ve always been.
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And then the quiet came
Drenched with stillness
Like a room with no air
The light of day evaporated
Confined in a nothingness
A place of peace at last
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I find myself swimming
In the depths of your stare
Sometimes I look too long
Completely unaware
And yet you smile back
Catching me and my gaze
Knowing full well
How much you amaze
And I wonder how you do it
How I get so lost in your eyes
All-consuming intensity
The fire never dies
I can always feel you
Even if we don’t touch
It’s like fireworks in my soul
Because I love you so much
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I love being wrapped in the
warmth of a summer sun-ray
or doused in the drizzle
of an unexpected storm.
I love waking up to the sound
of a lazy locomotive
or finding myself lost in a dream
holding hands with the one I love.
I love listening to the whimsical
notes of wind chimes
or falling under the spell of a
tranquil, babbling brook.
I love being silly while dancing
and singing my heart out
or laughing til my stomach aches,
tasting my own tears.
I love rolling out of bed early
to behold a sunrise in full bloom
or staying up late stargazing
on a blanket spread for two.
I love feeling the warmth of soft
sand squishing between my toes
or listening to boundless waves
as they break along the shore.
I love witnessing the colorful birth
of a brand new spring season
or gazing upon a baby bird
stretching its wings for first flight.
I love watching the pure
beauty of a fresh fallen snow
or hearing the rumble of thunder
dancing across an amethyst sky.
I love thinking about all these
things, the things I truly love.
The world is such a magical place
when we choose to see the magic.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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