Te amo.

*word of the day…Te amo…I love you.

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Te amo? Why of course, cursed presence the
distant echo of discord, fight or flight
to the corner I was forced. I pondered
broken thoughts disillusioned I fell hoarse.
Te amo? Utter disgrace, speak English.
Respectively you ask, my quaint anger
your passion fueled voice, assurances
that roots spoken, true essence…Te amo,
my love, calm waters among ebbing tides
Te amo? chaotic swirl, tragic tales
Shakespeare’s quill, ink dipped the heroine
in storms of fractured love and life’s repose,
Te amo? Such depth of understanding,
hindsight, patient echos, those stormy days.

Karen Hayward ©2017