Blame it on the moon…

Blame it

on the moon

and a faded photograph…

.

To know a love

like this –

all this missing You.

Everywhere

I look, I see You.

Every song on the radio,

You. Every thought

You, You, You!

.

I

know

my self

in all my parts

when I see

You.

.

My heart is full,

occupied.

No vacancy.

.

Your love makes me

a better woman.

Softer,

lighter,

more beautiful.

.

Our love

our sweet, sweet love

makes this house

a home,

and I see your face

in every stone

of this temple.

.

~LLN

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