Here is a poem I wrote for my Anne my wife:
Love
is reading a Margaret
Atwood poem &
understanding it
Love
is old as the hills
& young as the moon
Love
is fresh picked
sweet peas
damp with dew
Love
is regret
at lost time
Love
is giving up
the computer for
you to send an e-mail
Love
is what old
men sing about
long after the event
Love
is
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