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H. Blair Tinsley

I look at your naked body next to me

the soft glow you have from the moon
the easy peace of your breath

and I wonder

did I meet you too young?
what would life be without you?

what the future will bring?

will we make it to our golden age?
will we bring life to this world?

I think of the roads unknown

what about the lovers I never met?
what about the experiences I never saw?

and of the roads still to come.

who will we be?
will we be...we?

I think of what we’ve come through,

can God bring two people together at the “wrong time”?
could we, or maybe just me, be blind?

of our special day,

did I just want it so much I forgot to think?
were we sure we wanted forever so young?

of laughter and tears,

where am I going with this?
what haven’t I tried?

And I think of your smile, your amazing smile.

I’m lost, how do I tell you?
should I ignore my confusion and pretend?
        I think of our blessed and amazing years.

why do our friends say they want this relationship?
why do I feel this unspoken pressure to be perfect?

Ah, how I love you…my sweet, my dear.

can’t you see the lost look in my eye?
can’t you see the part that I hide?

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