Love is an ice cream sundae on a summer’s day—
Vanilla ice cream topped with hot fudge, walnuts, whipped cream and a cherry.
Love is grandchildren squealing with delight as they say,
“Mmmmm. I love you, Grandma!”
~ Bette A. Stevens
LOVE-ly POETRY: Happy Love Month… Bette A. Stevens
Let love become your actions
then all tasks will be your pleasure
your illnesses blessings
your dreams wrapped
in halos of light
Ah… LOVE! ~ Bette A. Stevens
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for years suspended
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in the crevice of between…
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regret or forget…
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speaking or silence…
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numb silhouette safe between
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love and protection.
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shadows disappear
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in the white of fallen snow,
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each Spring forgives the
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impatient crocus.
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Time erases shadows and
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Love resolves the wounds.
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Ah… LOVE! ~ Bette A. Stevens
.
.
for years suspended
.
in the crevice of between…
.
regret or forget…
.
.
.
speaking or silence…
.
numb silhouette safe between
.
love and protection.
.
.
.
shadows disappear
.
in the white of fallen snow,
.
each Spring forgives the
.
.
.
impatient crocus.
.
.
.
.
Time erases shadows and
.
Love resolves the wounds.
.
.
.
Butterfly magic
Touching our lives with love…
What more could we ask?
~ Bette A. Stevens
Come join us!
Bette A. Stevens, Maine Author 
Written
on 03/19/2015