TRUE NORTH (M.A.K.)

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JOURNAL #22

                  



                              



nothing beats the soft shoulders of a woman

except maybe her soft heart

that commands her soft lips to speak

the words you never even imagined she could

say to you before today

life loves life

leading love

to live for such a life

it could otherwise not have

not fully

not without love's sweet additive

that is how I love you

as I love life

you are completion in a broader

sense for me

only just realized

a compass for the soul

my TRUE NORTH............

(Jan.31, 2000 5am)








Author's Notes/Comments: 

a poem I wrote for a dear man I adored  M.A.K.
I'm a wilted, sappy romantic! you know, arsenic just might cure me of this ongoing ailment!  to quote Jane Eyre,
"Enjoy Sir!"

  

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