{"id":71292,"date":"2020-06-27T20:51:55","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T00:51:55","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=71292"},"modified":"2020-06-30T17:17:26","modified_gmt":"2020-06-30T21:17:26","slug":"love-letter-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/love-letter-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Love Letter"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Why do I love you?<br \/>\n<strong>What <\/strong>is it that make you lovely? <\/p>\n<p>How <strong>about <\/strong>your eyes?<br \/>\nThey shift with wonderful feelings<br \/>\ncrinkle at <strong>a <\/strong>joke<br \/>\ntell me with a glance I&#8217;m precious. <\/p>\n<p>Or the <strong>teakettle<\/strong>?<br \/>\nWhen it calls, how you sprint to it,<br \/>\nbothered by the sound,<br \/>\nbecause you feel like it&#8217;s angry. <\/p>\n<p>Is it your quiet?<br \/>\n<strong>We <\/strong>can sit all day in silence<br \/>\nand still be happy,<br \/>\nnot needing all that small talk noise. <\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s not your body.<br \/>\nI <strong>would <\/strong>love you in any skin<br \/>\nBut because it&#8217;s yours,<br \/>\nyour body is perfect to me. <\/p>\n<p>It could be your growth.<br \/>\nWhat once was just beyond your reach<br \/>\nyou <strong>have <\/strong>conquered it<br \/>\nand I know you will never stop. <\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t quite remember<br \/>\nwhat made me fall for you at first.<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve <strong>been <\/strong>loving you<br \/>\nfor all my life that has mattered. <\/p>\n<p>Do I know it&#8217;s love?<br \/>\nI will always feel <strong>safe <\/strong>with you,<br \/>\nalways be brightened<br \/>\ninto laughter at your urging<br \/>\nYes. I know, my love. <\/p>\n<p>First and last (text) lines from <em>Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close<\/em> by Jonathon Safran Foer<br \/>\n&#8220;What about a teakettle?&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;We would have been safe.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Why do I love you? What is it that make you lovely? How about your eyes? They shift with wonderful feelings crinkle at a joke tell me with a glance I&#8217;m precious. Or the teakettle? When it calls, how you sprint to it, bothered by&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1071,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-71292","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71292","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1071"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=71292"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71292\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":77721,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71292\/revisions\/77721"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=71292"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=71292"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=71292"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}