he doesn’t even have to say it;
I just know
it’s like the steady warmth of the sun on my face,
always there, even in the winter,
when life’s circumstances stifle the flames
he doesn’t even have to say it;
I just know
Heart Breathings
"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart." William Wordsworth
Heart Breathings 
What a heart-warmer of a poem. I love it.
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Thank you, Liz!
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You’re welcome, Angela!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
A Beautiful Love Poem!!
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Thank you!
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Always a joy and pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Dear! Hope you have a great day!! xoxox 😘💕🎁🌹
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And I know this is beautiful.
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Thank you! Lovely to see you, it’s been a long while!
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That’s true, and I’m happy to see you too. I hope all is well with you?
I made my blog private. If you’d still like to read me, you may ask for permission.
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We are doing well. Last year was a difficult year of losses for our family, but we are healing together. I hope all is well with you?
I would absolutely love to. Requesting permission!
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Describes my relationship perfectly:-)
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I love that!! 💜
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