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Wanda Swim Strunk
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In The Intimate Hours Of The Morning - Poem by Wanda Swim Strunk
In the intimate hours of the morning
I feel you snuggle in to me
I bury my nose in your hair
Breathing in deep your scent
Hoping to make it last inside me
I listen to you breathing
And feel the softness of you
I can't believe you are mine
We knew in an instant that we were each other's love affair
You have comforted me
Delighted me
Stretched the tether of our connection
But we never broke
In the intimate hours of the morning
I smell your hair
And whisper
Please dont die
Poems by Wanda Swim Strunk : 19 / 52
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 20, 2007
Poem Edited: Sunday, April 10, 2011
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I would like you to know how wonderfully touching this poetry is. I thought of my late wife as those thoughts are remembered as part of the life we had together. Thanks so much for channeling such deep emotion. George (Report)Reply
I wonder how it would affect the perception of this poem of people knew it was about Tucker, my cat of 16 years who is dying. (Report)Reply
what a FEEL GOODmorning read.Thanks for sharing, i too enjoy warm good morning hugs...until 'parting-to go to work each morning, becomes a sweet sorrow'...thanks for sharing...rein (Report)Reply