There, five inches above your rosy skin, is a hand,
a gesture, a hesitation, a tired bird looking for a nest, my hand.
How infinitely close Pluto is to his gold-haired Sun.
How infinitely far you are to my uncertain touch.
Why have we come to this, darling love!
On this cold blue evening we are as close as two stars,
and as far apart as you are in my arms.
SW Altair 
Love may not learn to value its majestic bliss until the dark hour of deprivation descends upon it. Truly a magnificent post that was decorated with heart warming imagery. Thank you for sharing such a marvelous post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them 😊
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Thank you! I will check out more of your writings!
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Thank you for respecting my request, please feel free to explore any of my writings whenever you feel like.
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I feel that you might have been born in another time, and that I am reading your words in a tattered, beloved book I might carry everywhere. How welcome your words are in my eyes…
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I think you might be that one reader that my writing is destined for, I’m so glad to have found you! =)
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What a sublime sentiment …. you are that rare soul and I’m thrilled too 🙂
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