You are the explosion of carnations
in a dark room
Or the unexpected scent of pine
miles from Maine.
You are a full moon
that gives midnight its meaning.
And the explanation of water
For all living things.
You are a compass,
A rare coin,
a smooth stone,
a blue marble.
You are an old lore,
a small shell,
a saved silver dollar.
You are a fine quartz,
a feathered quill,
and a fob from a favourite watch.
You are a valentine
tattered and loved and reread a hundred times.
You are a medal found in the drawer
of a once sung hero.
You are honey
and West Indies spices,
lost from the boat
that was once Marco Polo’s.
You are a pressed rose,
a pearl ring,
and a red perfume bottle found near the Nile.
You are an old soul from an ancient place
a thousand years, and centuries and milleniums ago,
And you have travelled all this way
just so I could love you.
From Suzanne’s Diary for Nicholas, by James Patterson.
our love from old
I’m Leonie Dawson (She/They)
International best-selling author with 450,000 books in use and an award-winning entrepreneur. I’ve created $12 million in revenue while only working 10 hours a week & am proudly neurodivergent (ASD).
Don’t miss out on a single glorious thing!
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