Love letter # 50

I will confess, my love – a measure of fear. I know you feel it too. We have both lost blood before. I wonder if there is any more.

But I love your kindness, the knowing laughlines at the sides of your still shining eyes. You still sparkle – and scratches fade away. I would be a fool to walk.

Yet even if we take little steps – they are steps. And the future? We’re all going there. Maybe I could ride with you.





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