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MICHELLE WARD PRIME, WON'T YOU BE MY VALENTINE?


Dear Michelle, my Lovely angel Love, it has been a long surrender, but together we are finding a balance. Spiritually speaking, it's a process that I (we) had to come to grips with, here is what I found...

Love is a splendid thing, do not forgo it.
Child is a most precious thing.
Home is where the HeartH is.
Mother's are sacred life-givers.

Love, not the broken system of affection that marriage has become, is all that truly need be considered. It has nothing to do with a license or a ring or any other symbolic gift or gesture, it is a union of flesh and bone vessels, spirits of affection sharing the path with one another.

(We thought you were going to write your wife a poem on Valentine's Day?)

Prose and poetry, better had I always done this than imagine there's only one day a year that Love needs celebrating. Fool.

Your beauty, my Love, brings Peace to your breath.
My reversal of fortune, has brought Love to my breath.
The fullness of both holds our union without attachment,
save for the truth that has long now been rising.

You are precious to Me, as are our children, our families.
You may have not had Me at "Hello" all those years ago,
but you are profoundly within my echo.

Love, Mark...

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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