The first time we went out of ourselves
to reach another – that was Love
– the hesitant touch
– the guarded phrase
Each was an attempt to express
the inexpressible.
(Yes, I remember I wrote this short poem when I was still in college experiencing the pains and aches of a first love….or so I thought)
Beautiful
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Very evocative, Arlene. Well done.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thanks Pete😘
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