Well… Lots on my mind. Too much to write.
Love Is by MwsR
Love is so complicated…yet simple.
Love is looking at my granddaughter’s dimple.
Love is cotton candy sticking to your finger.
Love is taking the phone off the ringer.
Love is possible if ever something were to be.
Love is for you and it’s for me.
Love is ignorant and foolish and blind.
Love is the clock you want to unwind.
Love is a strand.
Love is not numberable like sand.
Love is great.
Love is passion and a full plate.
💘love love……
The struggle is gone, no rewinds
Pictures that are still ever present in our minds
Things in a pose
Freckles on someone’s nose
Smells of cinnamon with ginger accents
Frost that forms on the grassy cement
Listening to one of the greatest old songs
Humming right along
Whispers of laughter filling the air
From others playing, way over there
Tastes that remind of us of childhood times
Splatters of paint, that makes things look refined
Clothes that flow so free
Nameless not branded, that’s fine with me
Comfort in the snuggle of a throw
Softness to touch, you already know
Simple, not complicated
Things that make us feel un- encumbered
A life that is lived
Life that has truly been give.
(March 7, 1792 – May 11, 1871)
He was an English mathematician, astronomer, chemist, and a photographer/inventor. He contributed to photography when it first emerged in 1839. Herschel believed that the study of nature was also an avenue to the understanding of God’s creation.
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