“Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry.” ― William Butler Yeats
The choice, she made.
The gift, they shared.
Two for them, was the gift.
A choice, not an accident, or mistake.
This, a free will gift ...
of Luv.
Honored they were, by the gift ...
this gift of Luv.
Together ...
they cherished,
The Children.
I love to collect thoughts. I would love to collect some of yours, if they are mindful and respectable.
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I love to collect thoughts. I would love to collect some of yours, if they are mindful and respectable.