Loves- older, newer-
convene,
form a cohort,
whisper conjectures to name her love.
Love is ever Strong,
eight months hardly Quick,
and the greatest myth
is that love cannot come again.
Loves come closer, with
Ardent, Intense.
Yet, still they puzzle
on their multitude.
At last they discern
the juxtaposition-
why they expect
the un-obsessed to be obsessed.
It’s the distance, the walls
from which one can so deeply connect-
how one humble, bold, vulnerable,
can love from solitude,
can cause herself,
her loves,
and her love
to be Alone.
Alphabet Ravine 
The owner of the love wins easily, Lydia. More than a superhero the wielder of the shared heart has strength beyond belief. Nice images. Thanks. g
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Very nice. 👍🏽
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