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If you get goosebumps
texting, then you are
in love. If you don’t,
you’re not.

In the midst of
goosebumps the poet
in her texted,

“We are special together
even apart… you are
loving me poem
by poem.”

Speechless, her loving
words elicited an emoji
response; it was all I
could do.

I’ve not known love like
this! The day progressed.
Mail to check. Laundry
to do.

I turned the key, bent down
to take a look expecting
the usual grocery flyer.
What’s this? A box.

No junk mail. A love box!
My heart leaped. She’s
touched me again,

“Because some love
defies explanation…”

You know us when I feel
like I don’t know anything.
It may be a day-by-day love,
but it is filled with the

impossible; a love so sweet
that it encompasses us
like the shape of water.

If you get goosebumps
texting, then you are
in love. If you don’t,
you’re not.

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Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)

I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)

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