Placid balloons and blooming roses

 Placid balloons and blooming roses 

fill new spaces in my home

once drab and dirty laces

now sexy lingerie at candlelight

and love songs singing through the night

I have no tears left

all wounds are healed

my heart abounds and leaps 

for love is here

among the words of joy and kindness

and the smiles of hope and sweet romance

of old-fashioned dating and cliched 

wining and dining and late nights 

sing song 

A perfect romance, 

sweep-me-off-my-feet

whispering sweet nothings

and giving compliments 

a confidence in family

and invites to friends and colleagues

such generosity

such enthusiasm and excitement

injected into my life 

so suddenly and unexpectedly

unwillingly but interested all the same

perhaps indeed my dam is full 

and I am leaking with emotions 

he is accepting every morsel 

and turning it around 

to suit his lonely body and soul 

and wishing for love and care 

but not realising how cold I perhaps really am inside there

I did not grow up with such love as he explains

such kindness as was given him 

but instead I cannot give what I have not been given

but God 

for this is the only love I have ever known. 

The love of God. 

Make it my own.

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