Poem against a background of pink-white roses on white. "Rejoining the Loversoul" Belief in lost loves being truly lost is phantasm. True love accompanies your innermost self inseparable from your becoming a lover and the beloved. The soggy night turns cold in their departure and your hard relearning, then warms with the dawn, condensing dew. Violets’ scents fade, but never their vividness, nor do they sour the sweetness of the new rose. Recalling how you two were never violated that sacred moment with a new lover in arms. In love, the deepest self slips the mooring of time; bringing experience forward and understanding backwards: not a clinging, but radiance expanding, ready to bloom into the tenderness of today. EchoGnomics

Getting the hang of making Canva cough up decent backgrounds.

#dew #Wildwalkprompt #violets
#Violated #emoetry
#BedroomEyesPrompt #lost_loves