the sun is setting.
there is a couple on the porch swing.
the light is golden.
( this is the kind of love that has lasted for ages and will never ever end, even in sickness and death. when they said their vows, they meant to keep every word like an oath. they have known each other since childhood and now in their old age will love each other forever. dementia will not separate them, only the memory of the other in their minds. in nursing homes and on death beds, they will not forget. they have loved each other for years and will continue to love each other for more and more and more until the end and even then they will be connected because they have a love most can never dream of. )
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AGAPE, Poetry
Poetry" 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 form of love . . . in which...i tell stories of love for i can not experience the love myself. or , in which i write poetry and prose.
