once
in my bookstore
a woman approached books
as if they were holy scripture
tenderly turning pages
letting the poetry
wash over her
I could love
a woman like that
in whose hands
a heart
would be cherished
and safe
once
in my bookstore
a woman approached books
as if they were holy scripture
tenderly turning pages
letting the poetry
wash over her
I could love
a woman like that
in whose hands
a heart
would be cherished
and safe
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So could I! Really, one would need an ice and iron heart not to love someone like her!
Glad to hear your heart is not made of ice or iron.
You my dear man write the most beautiful romantic prose and poems. With a heart and soul like yours any good woman would cherish you. Kudos!!!
Thank you, Patricia. I keep waiting but perhaps I’ve been looking in the wrong places.
Keep looking. “Good thing come to those who wait”. She’s out there, waiting. :o)
Speaks right to my book-sellin’ heart…
Thank you, Paul.
Beautiful and tender 😊 I love this!
This is beautiful, Leonard. Love it 🙂
Thank you.
Truly amazing Leonard. Beutiful poetry.
Thank you.
Full of tender longing….
Thank you for this kind comment.