
how did I know
before a single word
you were the man
who would fix me
fill my heart with
emotions long lost
when I doubted
love was real
fill my head with
dreams misplaced
when all hope had
run from me
fill my body with
the heat it craved
when loneliness
was killing me
how did I know
before a single word
before a teasing smile
before a tempting touch
before a perfect kiss
how did I know
you were the man
who would show me
I could feel whole again

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Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy, too. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
So much hope and promise in these words.
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Thanks so much!
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So beautifully written.
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Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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Beautiful poem
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Thanks!
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My pleasure.
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Wow, your muse is really talking to you! You’ve been writing some great stuff lately! Love this!
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Thank you, Meg! I’m not sure what’s gotten into me… but I hope it sticks around!
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Another amazing piece. You get better and better.
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Thank you my dear… 🙂
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Wink
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Hmm… what was that for? Do I look hot in these jeans? Oh… no it’s probably the hair…
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LOL Both my dear.
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Oh sweetie… you are such a tease…
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Who is worse. That is the question.
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I’m pretty sure we both know the answer to that question. 😛 It may not be the same answer, of course… 🙂
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Chimp pointing his finger at the mirror.
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It’s a two-way mirror… I’m on the other side.
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Great answer. LOL
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Yeah, I’ve got all sorts of great things… want a list? 😉
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Yeah
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I’ll get right on that… (OMG I mean the list, you perv!)
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Beautiful, my friend. Absolutely Beautiful. XO
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Thanks… 🙂
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XO
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I really like this one, Sandra. It speaks to the awakening of the abandoned self, the reemergence of life and love.
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Thanks, Rob. Too bad it feels so…fictional…!
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That’s too bad! It seemed so real reading.
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Wishful thinking I guess….
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Whatever inspired you to write this certainly allowed you to create wonderful thoughts here. I’m impressed!
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Thank you… sometimes I feel hopeful… but then, of course, sometimes not so much…
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Ahh, the ebb and flow of love.
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Sorry… I am a little moody today. Also, I thought this poem sucked last night… I almost didn’t post it! Shows what I know…
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Don’t worry! We all have our down time.
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Thanks, R. Maybe that’s your nickname… since I’m incredibly lazy and 3 letters are too much for me… which, of course, is insane since I usually cannot stop typing and shut up… 🙂
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Haha! Yesterday I was Freckles and today I’m R. Go figure!
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Either R or NC-17.
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NC-17? Hmmm. Now why on earth would I have a nick-name like that? 😀
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Hahaha… I mean. Ahem. *fully composed* I have no idea.
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Beautiful
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Thank you!
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Hi Sandra. I loved the depth of emotion in this poem. Was it written to someone who stayed in your heart?
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It’s a bit idealized, but it was inspired by a real person in my life. He’s no longer in my life… it just wasn’t meant to be. But I’ll always remember. Memories are often idealized, I think. You remember the good and forget the bad…
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So true. I hope you find it in someone wonderful who stays.
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Ahh, well, I am married… and we’re good, but some of my memories and fantasies… they’re stored in a separate part of me. I wish they were all one, but I guess that wasn’t meant to be either…
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It does give beautiful poetry, though…
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I think it truly does. Thank you!
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This is so well written! 😍
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Thank you. I just can’t write poetry anymore. 😦
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Maybe someday inspiration will strike.. and it will surprise you!
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