It Was a Hard Act To Follow

Figurative Oil Painting
36″ x 36″
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Fingertips

i cannot tell you why nor how

the exact moment when i knew i loved you

is unclear to me

no pride shame nor guilt is in it

i would give you anything

do anything

i would take anything from you

this is my love

it is the only love i know

two trees grow close

the roots become entwined

thoughts dreams and desires

coalesce into one something greater

i reach out to take your hand

where do your fingers end and mine begin

poetry by Philip McAdam