The Sweetest Sound

A pair of boxing gloves,
The Soft coo of Morning Doves,
Aged hands grown rough,
All forms of love.

Long period of time,
Everything’s going fine,
Knowing that fine line,
Helps make you mine.

Sometimes frustrated,
Usually fascinated,
Highly anticipated,
Eagerly participated.

Occasionally Blue,
Tempers flew,
As I yelled at you,
Never wanting you to go.

Stupid thoughts,
Always caught,
Lesson taught,
Apology, store bought.

With you I’ve found,
I want you around,
Making me homeward bound,
Making, I Love You the sweetest sound.

@Bradley S. Hartman
www.bradleyshartman.com

The Sweetest Sound

Bradley S. Hartman

Morocco, United States

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I think a lot of people have forgotten how to slow down and take the time to enjoy the simple things that used to make them smile. Our families, wives, girlfriends and or boyfriends, the pet, warmth of a summer’s day, that light breeze I think you get what I mean. We’re so caught up in trying to buy a 52 inch HD TV so we can watch someone else’s life that we are missing our own. Time to re-think our priorities!

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