Bittersweet Savoring Romance - Poem by Bill Darrah
Two people with one simple goal in mind- the best chance possible deeply embracing the most romantically irresistible love through the amazing lovable moments of glory to the tragically sad moments of unfulfilling love due to one person's flawed best intentions to properly communicate a loving understanding of a mutually agreeable compassion for the other person's past heartaches. With this unique, simple goal of true real love in mind came the deeply rich, extremely generous gift of Jesica's beautiful invitation for a lonely passionate poet like me to become inspired to write love letters for Jesica in such rapid response to Jesica's few, freely chosen words of true real love she always knew in her heart how to make me feel so loved so I could write these letters only because of her freely expressed words giving significant interest to such deeply driven, passionately compelling writing I have been waiting so long to love on someone else much more gifted about love than me as romantically as possible just like Jesica is so gifted sharing with this world! Love with Jesica will always diffuse every horrible situation and ill-behaved emotion simply because the love in Jesica's heart is so rich in quality that her love deserves high demand to be completely, wholeheartedly felt and firmly, loudly expressed to the people she loves or wants to love so much! It is my diligent wish for my sheltered life to romantically shelter Jesica with all the love my life gave me to take for granted too often until I could share my grateful love with her. The incredible sadness of missing Jesica only proves the extremely gratifying reality of permanent passion for Jesica to want uninhibited expression of every single feeling gripping her heart to be as fully expressed to the person filling her heart up the most with love as my heart wants to express all the love I have for Jesica!
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