Love is a habit of heart
weaving its spell over time
holding a flame is its art
love is a habit of heart.
Strange, it begins; doesn't start,
stays at the scene of the crime
love is a habit of heart
weaving its spell over time.
Time is a habit of care
word is a habit of craft
walk on this path if you dare
time is a habit of care.
Trusting with feelings laid bare
tears taste much better when laughed
time is a habit of care
word is a habit of craft.
Care is a habit of word
space is a habit of dance
watching as clear becomes blurred
care is a habit of word.
Solitude's lessons are heard
here, when the heart takes a chance
care is a habit of word
space is a habit of dance.
Heart is a habit of hope
you are a habit of heart
tethered, as if by a rope
heart is a habit of hope.
Climb is a matter of slope,
sweet craves the temper of tart.
Heart is a habit of hope
you are a habit of heart.
words from my heart celebrating my son and his birth/day, today. love, always love.
ReplyDeleteLovely post for a lovely reason. I think I need to acquire some more of these habits.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful :)
ReplyDeleteMadame-- thanks for the visit and the comments. glad you liked the post. you seem to have some damn fine habits yourself!
ReplyDeleteDerli-- thanks; nice to see you here. hope all is going well.
Beautiful. I could apply this to my daughters, as well. They are indeed the habit of my heart.
ReplyDeletejadedj--thanks; i'm glad the sentiments resonated with you.
ReplyDelete'tears taste much better when laughed' The line that sticks to the inside of my brain and echoes my heart-beat.Beautiful, you.
ReplyDeleteSaraha-- thanks for this lovely sentiment. so nice to see you here.
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