Love is confusion; deliriously delicious.  Running across the highest high wire, we end up falling endlessly. It  happens once. Agape is possible twice or more... only Eros  happens once in a lifetime. Romantic bliss is innocence, innocence that cannot be duplicated. Bliss that blinds the owner of your heart. The burn consumes, missing deeply when it fades yet lingers in memories forever, never allowing true freedom. Love can leave you broken when you hit the ground. Coming to,  you try to lift yourself up.... only to find him in every song, in every picture, in every laugh. Sometimes love catches you when you fall, 50 years later embracing out of memories, attachment unbreakable. Passing within weeks of each other out of sheer heartache..
When you fall it is completely.

January
winter objectivity
the coldest month of the year
a month that bring most folks to tears
Wooly shawls, fluffy robes
doggy ears slippers struggles
to warm the curse of your cold feet
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Early to bed, and early to rise
Followed by a hot cup of fresh mint tea
Vick vaporize that stings your eyes
Would make a blind person see clearly
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Re-corking that age old red wine
from nineteen eighty-nine
with two wines glasses on the top cabinet
In hopes of one day for another romantic setting
Or most likely your daughter futuristic June wedding
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let’s accepted the unacceptable
I cannot imagine a winter without snow
a summer without the hot blasting sun or
autumn without the leaves  slowly falling
to the ground,
mother nature the grief we feel
your unalterable changes of your teaching
once again you have won this round