As Lines On My Own Palm Poem by Doris Cornago
As Lines On My Own Palm
This man who loves me
Does not go by tradition
He speaks less when prodded,
Adding lines when I'm silent
This man who loves me
Likes the road untraveled
Jumps over fences and barricades,
By danger he's undeterred
This man who loves me
Won't cry for losses
Won't cry for what's spilled
Won't go after gone, moves on
This man who loves me
Lays out a plan, daydreams
Weaves beautiful memories
By going into all that he can
This man who loves me
Quite unique but not different
I read him as lines on my own palm
We connect, we intersect, as one.
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