One Hundred : Four By Six
A Valentine’s Day poem?
Certainly. (Who needs clichés)
ONE HUNDRED
He was seventy-two
While she was twenty-eight.
A round number – Perfect!
Though only they thought that.
Posted on February 14, 2020, in Four By Six, Poetry and tagged Love, Prejudice, Unconditional. Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.
Hmm…a most interesting relationship.
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Unusual but not unknown. 🙂
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I find I believe Perfection is much like Beauty, as it is seen in the mind of the beholder. The fact that two share the same definition of Perfect – well that makes it all that much more beautiful to behold!
Much love to you on this Blessed Day of LOVE.
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As to you and your loved ones.. ❤️
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No one’s business but theirs 💜
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And Go(o)rgle’s of course.
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Of course 😁
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What a tapeworm.
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Haha…. Whats a Number…. if love is in the Air… 🙂
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Infinitely. 🙂
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Love at the deepest level knows that age is just an illusion. 🙂
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That’s right. 🙂
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Quite perfect
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Eye of the beholder. 😀
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You are correct.
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