Dear____: A love letter poem

This is to the person who needs it the most. AKA: Fill in the blank poetry. Enjoy.

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Dear____

I am writing this letter

And sending it off in the ____

To tell you I love you

I love you the ______.

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Your eyes they intrigue me

Their color so _____

Your mind is amazing

Your body like _______

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Oh how I care for you

I can hear your _____ laughter

I know we’ll be together ____

Happy ever after.

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Remember this someday

When you are feeling _______

And I’ll still sing all of your praises

My heart will remain _______

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Oh, my dear fair _____

I love you more each day

Oh, my darling ____

This passion is here to stay.

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Until we meet again

My cuddle bum, sweetie ____

I remain forever yours

For of this love, it cannot ____!

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D.I.Y Poem: Chose your emerging consciousness option

The morning/ evening was {beautiful}, {extraordinary}, {stunning}, {slow moving}, {serene}

A {glorious}, {red-orange}, {reluctant},{silver}, {golden}, sun/ moon arose/descended

{slowly}, {quickly}, {quietly},{anonymously} over/ under the horizon.

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I {glanced}, {gazed}, {observed}, {witnessed}, {discovered} myself for just a moment

Ah, my own reflection from the {window pane}, {pond water}, {rear-view mirror}

And I don’t look so different from/ like the {orb}, {planet}, {celestial being} {planetary landmark}.

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Now, I recognize our {harmony}, {oneness}, {unity}, {fragility}, {shared consciousness}

I am {hear now} {at peace} {content}, knowing this emerging reality

I am beyond being {humbled}, {supported}, (subdued} by this concept.

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I am {one}, {all}, {love}, {light}

I am {awake}, {alive}, {free}

My heart is {full}, {light}, (emancipated}.

Farewell for now

I look at you

Laying there on the worn green couch

And I am filled with contempt

For you and you alone

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You are worn and stained

Old and shabby

Though you have only been through 2 seasons

You may be useless in the near future

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So pretty and purple

Not that long ago

And now you weigh me down heavily

You are simply too much

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Too much for the sunshine emerging

The green returning

The birds soon chirping

Changing of the seasons

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You get to go away now

Go back to the attic

Folded into a pile

Stinking of moth balls

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Perhaps you will be replaced

next year maybe

But for now you can rest

folding in on yourself

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Farewell my winter friend

Purple, stained, and warm

Farewell for now

Purple down coat