These Days I Spend In Love

A poem about life and relationships

K.B. Bailey
Writers’ Blokke

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Laughing over coffee on a snowy morning

Is all that really matters in the end

Isn’t it?

Warm embraces and soft touches

After heated discussions

About everything under the sun

A day-by-day struggle

Against the tide

That carries us along

By turns battling and reveling

In the swirling water as the shore spins

Dizzyingly past

Be brave, my love,

You say

And I keep swimming

The rapids battering our bodies,

Entwining us

Like errant leaves in a storm

Coming together and apart,

Dancing through

The sparkling foam

Your hand in mine

Bouyant and unrestrained

On these days spent in love

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