What I See



It’s not where I was,
but where I am I see in your eyes.

You hold my history in your lungs,
yet no breath of my error escapes them.

I am lost and found in the starlight
you carry me in…

Love grows with every joy, every trial,
every moment I see myself through your eyes.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

 The Sunday Muse #53

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  1. Eddie BluelightsApril 29, 2019 at 3:41 PM

    Beautifully written, Susie . .:)

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  2. Carrie Van HornApril 29, 2019 at 3:47 PM

    Everyone needs soomeone like that in their life! "I am lost and found in the starlight you carry me in." Wow that is such a wonderful line! I love this so much Susie!!

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  3. rallentandaApril 30, 2019 at 4:05 AM

    This is a very beautiful poem. Well Susie Clevenger , if you have found someone who treasures you to that extent, you have done well indeed, and it is richly deserved I might add:)

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    1. Susie ClevengerApril 30, 2019 at 10:07 AM

      Thank You... I have, my husband. We have been together 51 years

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  4. VickiApril 30, 2019 at 2:36 PM

    Beautiful poem, Susie. Love it! Congratulations on your 51 years... That's wonderful!

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  5. purplepeninportland.comMay 1, 2019 at 5:30 PM

    I love your take on this, Susie!

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