Love honed (14.2.06)

Loved honed

My love she speaks of unconditional


and rudiments of notions as such,

My love she knows

whatever the type

whatever the moment

joy or tear


That I am here,

without reservation,

and our love the cocoon

ensuring preservation,

Of something unique

never again known,

unconditionally true

to hearts

loved honed.

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