Thus I Wrote

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The Fruits Of Our Dating

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raphael - family b&w

The fruits of our dating
In that room of waiting
In that room of life and death
The bed was bloody red
Where she had bloody bled
And this was where we first met

Fighting contractions
And wired inaction
She fought till tired and worn
In that lonely room
In our own cocoon
From bleeding flesh they were torn

In the silent peace
Of the aftermath release
She was too exhausted to respond
My child explored
While I adored
And we formed an unbreakable bond

I tried to be strong
As I went along
But was guilty of many thoughtless sins
But I hope my love is the base
That gives them the grace
To be happy in their own skins

Economically they strive
But as people they thrive
And I am proud of their success
They are my lifelong joy
And the love I employ
Is a constant in my happiness

Written by thus.i.wrote

November 30, 2012 at 10:24 pm

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  1. This particular prose brought few tears to my eyes. Nostalgic feelings hold me reign. Thanks for sharing this .


    December 2, 2012 at 1:17 am

    • Thank you so much for your words. I am delighted that they means something to you.


      December 2, 2012 at 5:12 pm

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