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The Love Poem of a Spouse

This woman, who I name her, was not just a person. She was a soul; she had inner truth that could be seen only in words.

Her poetry is not about what she is or how she feels. It is a mirror reflecting the emotions of those around her.

I once wrote: "I have a broken spirit." That spirit is scattered across me, like the broken stones on my lawn.

Made beautiful with the voice of a child whose heart was beating faster than I ever could believe.

In this poem lies the truth about love. It is not what we are or how we act, but who we feel.

She knows when she loves someone because she notices that he (or her) is missing.

When you feel ignored, it's because you're not taking responsibility for your own feelings.

I always felt a strange connection to the world around me. It was no accident.

The sky was black, and I heard birdsong that seemed too quiet.

Mrs. White had just left, but she didn't fade away like a rose should.

Beneath her shadow, there lay someone who could be found only in a moment.