
After all these years, In an unguarded moment of playful banter, when you ask me if I love you, I squeeze your hand and smile… those three words Are a mere reflection Of what I feel inside. Our love has come a long way From the initial flutter of the heart To the blinding sunshine […]
via If I love you… — forgottenmeadows
Author: Phil Slattery
Publisher, Rural Fiction Magazine; publisher, The Chamber Magazine; founder, the Farmington Writers Circle. I have written short stories and poetry for many years. In my careers as a Naval officer and in the federal government, I have written thousands of documents of many types. I am currently working on a second edition for my poetry collection and a few novels.
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