Poems of Lighthouse Bob
…but Love (Terzanelle) #562
…but Love (Terzanelle) From hospital, some hands, obscured by gloves, transferred her weary husband back to home so no disease should kill… oh, no, but love, yes, love held tight each greying hair she combed in memory as moments in her touch transferred her weary husband back to home and rehabilitation hurt too much that over working couldn't near compare in memory as moments in her touch, so, here, instead, he felt her comb his hair while resting in his bed with happy thoughts that over working couldn't near compare, but time went on… and, even though he fought, the magnitude of pain did not subside while resting in his bed with happy thoughts and, then, she cried, albeit help supplied from hospital, some hands obscured by gloves, the magnitude of pain did not subside, so, no, disease should kill… oh, no, but love. |
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…but Love (Terzanelle) #562
…but Love (Terzanelle) #562