Writing Poem by Lorene Kinsey
Writing
Once thought an obsession
In more naïve times
I later learned kept my
Heartbeat in rhyme.
Back then I gave in
To all his demands
And gave him each breath as
I vowed until death
I had fallen to my knees, but
Found deep comfort within,
This obsession, my passion,
True love and friend
I vowed to be faithful,
Loyal, honest and true and then
In one simple swoop,
He became second, then thirty-two…
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5/5/2024 10:54:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An interesting piece Lorene. I guess it is an obsession - this thing we call love. It is certainly the subject of some of the finest poetry ever penned. Not sure about your last line. Is the second, the second of two? And the thirty two - the age my current lover found me when I was 18. I thought he was soooooooooooooo old! Fascinating piece. love, Allie xxxx