spirit named Philip
Canadians conjured up
taps on the table
Bob Boyd
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spirit named Philip
Canadians conjured up
taps on the table
Bob Boyd
sweet petite angel
doing her ASMR
a troubled soul soothed
Bob Boyd
Her holding flowers
beautiful, breathtaking sight
my heart enamored
Bob Boyd
Shiva is dancing
chaos mounting in the world
the ending pending
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saw a wild wolf once
stared at me surprisingly
mesmerizing eyes
Bob Boyd
My love for you is so pure, so true, so strong that
I could even love you beyond the pleasures,
the ecstasies, of consummated physical love –
platonically.
My love for you is a higher everlasting love beyond
the ravishes of aging, the illnesses, the infirmities,
the declining passions, beyond anything and everything –
unendingly.
I love you immeasurably, and as long as you want me to,
I will keep on loving you no matter our trials or our fates,
and I will cherish you and love you always and –
eternally.
Bob Boyd