Loving removes faults
from those you love;
it acquires the aura
of a velvet glove
Soft and treasured
your love held me together,
though there were moments
of stormy weather
when perfection did slip.
But perhaps I was the one
that caused the un-accustomed blip.
Who knows.
I remember
consequential kisses.
That is something my life really misses.
But not as much
As inconsequential kisses.
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Love is a spiritual experience that affects all and sundry profoundly. It's whimsical and temperamental, coming unannounced and may leave without warning. A beautiful love poem, well articulated and nicely penned from the heart. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.