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I had “No Ordinary Love” as Sade would say before I met you.<\/p>\n
Describing a\u00a0love like ours deserves a context and a place.<\/p>\n
Even though space and time need not rhyme.<\/p>\n
Your heart and mine bonded before we knew.<\/p>\n
One night.<\/p>\n
One dream.<\/p>\n
One ray of light.<\/p>\n
In one second\u00a0I saw my whole life in an instant.<\/p>\n
So clear I could not deny.<\/p>\n
A glimpse of heaven in your eyes.<\/p>\n
Or was it the song in your heart, so loving and true.<\/p>\n
Good God, what was I to do?<\/p>\n
Is this your story or mine?<\/p>\n
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Our love would have to grow and ripen just like a Julie Mango on a tree.<\/p>\n
One year ago from today you may not have even known my name.<\/p>\n
Our meetings were cordial at best.<\/p>\n
I stayed away, not knowing you would pass the test.<\/p>\n
A test I did not have write the answers to.<\/p>\n
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Our attraction we both would discover eleven\u00a0months later,<\/p>\n
one evening late in May it would come to pass.<\/p>\n
There was something said, a slip of the tongue on my part, “Ain’t Misbehaving”, as Thomas Waller would have us believe.<\/p>\n
Saving my heart for one I did not even know.<\/p>\n
This was a concept I could not even fathom.<\/p>\n
My heart belonged to another, or so I thought.<\/p>\n
Everyone around me wondered and saw the break, but I was holding on to a memory who had made it quite clear.<\/p>\n
I was to be left on the shelf to stay preserved, “as is”, and I forgot what it was like to love up close.<\/p>\n
Love from a distance had grown into a question mark.<\/p>\n
I afraid to answer.<\/p>\n
Then love hit like cupid out of the blue, strong and true.<\/p>\n
I did not know what to do, until I listened to the one true defender of love, the human heart.<\/p>\n
Not realizing I would be saving my heart for a\u00a0new love, a stranger at best, with words I could barely relate.<\/p>\n
It was my heart that spoke louder than the\u00a0words that left my lips.<\/p>\n
I listened for the first time to my heart and not my mind.<\/p>\n
My heart\u00a0said, “Yes”, and I never looked back.<\/p>\n
I wish it were that easy, and this would be the end of the story.<\/p>\n
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Love is more than a curious state of being.<\/p>\n
My heart I did not know would expand and love you deeper and deeper each day.<\/p>\n
You only wanted to kiss my stars, a constellation of freckles that tattooed my face and shoulders for sure.<\/p>\n
I held off for only so long, until one day I let your lips graze my cheek.<\/p>\n
Two days later my no ordinary love returned only to think the worse, not knowing that love was newly in bloom.<\/p>\n
The connection he witnessed was beyond our control.<\/p>\n
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Love knows no limits and this I learned was growing stronger each day.<\/p>\n
Six months earlier I was left like a potted plant to bloom on my own, before I discovered my new love was closer than I knew.<\/p>\n
My dessert rose was a bud almost in bloom.<\/p>\n
My new love awakened a new growth as my wings and leaves began to spread.<\/p>\n
Was I a plant or a butterfly in bloom?<\/p>\n
How could I know the content of\u00a0your heart?<\/p>\n
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The only indication were\u00a0your words, “Are you ok”, you said this phrase with such care in your voice that it shone through the small talk that neighbors often exchange.<\/p>\n
Your jovial spirit was all I saw.<\/p>\n
Still there was something a spark that we had.<\/p>\n
Never mind none of us knew or saw it in the other.<\/p>\n
You are a fantasy, clean cut and a mentor on the go, while I was an artist and educator on the run.<\/p>\n
Two professionals with no time to spare, but a quick “hello”.<\/p>\n
It was not what you said, but how you did that made me pause.<\/p>\n
None of us would know the depth until one day after I dropped Blue Mountain Coffee at\u00a0your door.<\/p>\n
The rest is our history and we are still adding to this new book.<\/p>\n
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All rights reserved copyright(c)2017 Natasha Vanover<\/p>\n
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