Beautifully penned, Adel. What an amazing expression of your love for Mark, this is a lovely write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is beautifully written.I’m happy I inspired you o write one for him. ;))

Love letters are a form of showing emotions and ow can you be late showing or experiencing love. We truly believe the first o to the trough eats fast and gets full fast. We think slow love is eternal satisfying, never late, or bloating. great piece of love here Lady

Despite all my bullshit, I am a sucker for romance. I wish you 2 all the happiness and luck in the world.

~~~
Every mile, every hour
you live within my breath,
a steady pulse that anchors me
when distance stretches thin

Your words move through my days
like soft February weather,
a hush of rain that touches me
with the warmth of being wanted

And on the nights you feel alone,
I feel the echo of it too
Two hearts leaning across the dark
trying to meet in the middle

So tonight I’m answering
the love you sent on paper
with love requited onto parchment
-The way my heart never stutters
My dedicated heart
turns like a lantern toward you
casting its quiet devotion
across the miles between us

I send you gentle dreams
of moonlit windows and open skies
Where the night curves softly
around the shape of your name
And if the stars have traveled
fifty‑one years to find you
then I’ll follow their bright trail
until it leads me to your door

Because every line you wrote
found a home inside me
and now, with deliberate hands
I’m sending you love upon parchment,
where it can be kept
pressed tightly to your heart.
~~~

I love you Del. Thank you for the poem! You are incredible in so many ways. And I am so fortunate.

You, my dear, deserve the best I can be. I won’t stop trying to keep your smile going. Sickness and in health, yaknow?!

OH! This is a goody to go with my taco and tea.

I just loved this. The sheer lyrical imagery danced in my heart as I read. I could feel the playful and oh so passionate joy here. This is what I love about poetry. When a person of your gift writes poetry that makes me want to dance on clouds.

John

I didn’t say you were wrong, punk! The proper name is “Paint Horse”. I agreed! But there are some who call it painted horse too. So perhaps that’s a lesser name or something. I just go by what I research, I don’t judge.LOL.
You’re saying I’m wrong just to build the drama on a slow night.
Dont make me bring the BaBoom! on ya!
Anyway, lover, your write…
Wonderfully dreamlike, even if in day. That “zone” that we settle in, for creative moments. It’s addictive to want to stay there half a day!
You described it well. And my dear, we are immortal for as long as we are around! What a blessing!

I remember a certain dream you were telling me about today! Pillows were thrown! Hahaha
Yes, dreams can affect the awake state! I had to post!
And I am an avid dreamer honey. You know this too 🙂
Thank you for the snaps on my write!

But honey you love my drama! Haha
You are a great sparring partner. It’s kind of addicting.
Your wit and words, I love it and you:)
Fixing to call ya in a bit. My iPad is fixing to die!

yeah, that dream. And also our last baboom. LOL. Sigh!
Smooches!

This is a good piece. If I can go to bed as well and just fall into a dreamlife. That would be great.

Beautifully penned, Adel. Excellent write as usual my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

We’re aware of painted horse and through family of riders riding them not just to battle, but to the here after and into the dream realm. Your guardian into and our of the dreamweaver or afterlife. Great pieces lady with lots of imagery, we could see this, tight

This is a fiesta of dreamlife that ascends into cloud realms of loving bliss. I just felt the total joy here that comes as you rest your head to sleep and dream. This is how the best dreams come and you expressed this with great virtuosity. Truly a fabulous poem.

John