Torte and the layering of love

I find myself so enmeshed in philosophical musing in my poems that it surprised me when my husband asked that I write him a poem for a change ๐Ÿ™‚ In fact, he requested for an entire collection. Well, here goes, trying to be my romantic best.

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Years layer on like Sachertorte / milled flour and the chocolate of strange lands together / we grew like cake / layered in sands of every shore the seas caressed / where people sang the syllables of love in tongues / possessed of the depth of oceans / Malaika, nakupenda malaika / You learned to understand the nuance of a Swahili love / and I the ways of an angel / or it may have been the other way around / teaching each other the beatitudes of love in simply loving / layering it like torte / in the design of sweet intentions of serving the bounty of a gracious heart / always giving / You have been most generous my love //

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It’s been years; sometimes I have to be reminded to be still to notice life and love around me โค๏ธ Descartes may just have to wait another day ๐Ÿ˜‰

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