It’s OK with the concall marathons,
Night after night,
Days that turned into weeks that turned into months.
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It’s OK with the running around,
Never stopping to catch a breath,
Always fighting to get a Life.
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It’s OK with the erratic meal patterns,
Hunger pangs that breeds belligerence,
Only to be comforted by you.
.
Yes. You.
Just a simple smile from you.
With a gentle squeeze on my arm.
And a cheeky canoodling moment - stolen and lost in Time.
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And this promise :
“We stock up on cuddlez … on Friday, Saturday and Sunday, k?”
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Okayz 
Let me share a poem I wrote in 1999
LIFE
The Beauty In Our Eyes
The Beauty In Our Lives
Is Oft-times Beauty Concealed
Is Oft-times Beauty To Be Unveiled
What Has Been Fought
What Has Been Wrought
History Can Share
History Can Compare
Life Experiences We Care
Life Experiences We Bear
Everything Has Come To One
Everything Has Come To Want
All One Can Handle
All One Can Battle
Only One Life To Live
Only One Life To Give
Me likey this one berry the mucho!
Thx for sharing.
This is part of my ruminations…Thx