They sense
the pull
the tug
the distance
resistance
They feel
every thought
every question
every emotion
commotion
They know
the reality
the truth
the lies
sighs
They see
every move
every look
every disguise
wise
They love
the good
the bad
the best
blessed
They give
every piece
every purpose
every chance
romance
They bring
the fun
the hope
the laughter
banter
They are
every day
every way
every moment
ours
© 2025 Michelle Cook
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When the world starts to fade away
And we are mostly forgotten
You will still be here with me
And I will still be there with you
In heart, soul, and mind
We will forever stay entwined
This is our endless love story
Our hearts unseen by others
A picture only known to us
© 2024 Michelle Cook
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How does a love
grow so deep;
how does it fill us
until we weep?
Such a powerful force
rooted in the heart,
grown stronger each day
by never being apart.
Physically we can be absent,
as wonton bodies need rest,
and separation often helps
to put us to the test.
But to be intimate together
is about heart, soul, and mind;
that’s where the closeness is
forever aligned.
And so I’ll always be with you,
whether you go here or there,
connected by our love;
eternally aware.
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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All the light we see
Comes from within you n me
Electricity
© 2022 Michelle Cook
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It was Valentine’s Day,
and he gave me a candy heart,
a chocolate-filled sweet,
with love he did impart.
And I placed that dainty morsel
in the pocket of my jeans,
the tiny tempting treasure
settled nicely in the seams.
With chocolate in my pocket,
I then went about my day,
feeling quite content
over the sentiment conveyed.
But as the day turned into night,
I realized my mistake;
that bit of chocolate in my pocket
for granted I did take.
My prize had now become
a melted memory of bliss,
forgotten in my pocket,
becoming a liquified kiss.
It reminded me of all the times
I’d let love pass through my fingers.
It seems there’s never a good way
to make deliciousness linger.
© 2021 Michelle Cook
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