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LOVE BY DEGREES
360 degrees and
burning, yearning, consumed by desire
Nothing and no-one could make you feel higher,
You follow your passion whereever it leads
No food is necessary to satisfy your needs.
Defenceless you open the door to your heart
Never imagining the day you will part;
Senses soar, a sky full of fluttering kites,
Nerve endings tingle, a buzzing of firefly lights.
270 degrees and
steady, no longer heady, but secure
Domestic bliss holds a certain allure!
You're cherished and cared for, love is kind
As its vines and creepers hold you in binds;
Basking in sunlight no cloud will cover
Mutual satisfaction for you and your lover;
Supported, confident, steady as rock
A balance and harmony has been struck.
180 degrees and
predictable, expected, a little mundane
A repetitive cycle, every day the same;
The burning inferno has dwindled away
To a flickering candle, much to your dismay;
The passion once shared is faded and worn
A fluttering heart something you now mourn;
Flashes of past desires can rarely be caught
Fireworks that exploded now seem as naught.
90 degrees and
diminishing, dwindling, no passion remains
As the light from the candle slowly wanes,
Once endearing habits now seem to annoy
To turn this around you must think of a ploy;
Make a romantic gesture of a candlelit dinner
Rekindle the flames and you'll both be the winner
Acknowledge the friendship, begin to talk again
This time build on a base you can sustain.
Then hopefully your love will return to 360 degrees!
Ruth Burgess
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LOVE IS
Love is the doorbell of opportunity
Open your heart and let it in.
Love is a frothy cappuccino
Relish the chocolate on top.
Love is a pair of matching cufflinks
Each separate but more valuable together.
Love has the aroma of a honeysuckle vine
Sweet but sickly if you let it grow wild.
Love is a warm blanket enfolding you
Take care it doesn't wear rough.
Marriage is the train journey love takes
Two branches meeting at a junction
Moving on in union together
Sometimes a slow uphill struggle
Sometimes a mad downhill rush
Very often a steady chugging along
Taking a regular route
To a life time of happiness ahead.
Ruth Burgess
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