I love you toots.
I really love you.
Sometimes more than I love
Me, and I love me a lot.
You are not very rational.
You are not very creative.
You are not very smart.
And you live dysfunctional,
Tripping over your own thoughts,
Addicted to dramas
That live only in your head.
But babe, you face
The same lonely struggles
That I face too,
Only with twice my courage,
Three times my grace,
And kindness beyond
My deepest fathoming.
You’re more than my love,
Sometimes you’re my hero, too.
I like this one lots. Was it inspired by Tara?
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That’s quite perceptive! But it was only about a fifth Tara — although an important fifth. I loved Tara more than I loved me.
A bit more than that was inspired by Suzanne. Suzanne is the drama queen, the dysfunctional one.
But the last two stanzas, Sarah — those are pure Teresums. She’s all that and more.
I’m so glad you liked it. I think it’s one of my better efforts.
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Ah, our little patchwork people. I do the same thing.
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So does that make us Dr. Frankensteins, patching people together from the assorted parts of other people?
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i like how this is both sweet & true. which makes it even more beautiful.
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Thank you so much for such a kind compliment, Emje!
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I love the passion in this poem………
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Your remark goes to my heart. Thank you!
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you are so very welcome
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