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My life<\/strong><\/span> We kiss<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n the blissful<\/strong><\/span> trembles<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n a voluptuous sea<\/strong><\/span> finally<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n at<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n last<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n after all<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n the wrecks<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Louisa Loveridge Gallas<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" After So Many Wrecks My lifenowwhen I am with youbecomes a generous roseno thornunfolding toward dawnthe lonely moonhowlsfor companywhile belowwe hold each otheryou and I We kiss the blissfulfuture trembles a voluptuous seaour whole worldan ecstatic shipthe wind at our backin full sail finally at last after all the wrecks Louisa Loveridge Gallas<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[28,16,29],"class_list":["post-929","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-my-poems","tag-louisagallas","tag-louisaloveridge","tag-poem","et_post_format-et-post-format-video","et-doesnt-have-format-content"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/louisalovegallas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/929","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/louisalovegallas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/louisalovegallas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/louisalovegallas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/louisalovegallas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=929"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/louisalovegallas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/929\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":943,"href":"https:\/\/louisalovegallas.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/929\/revisions\/943"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/louisalovegallas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=929"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/louisalovegallas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=929"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/louisalovegallas.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=929"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
now<\/strong><\/span>
when I am with you<\/strong><\/span>
becomes a generous rose<\/strong><\/span>
no thorn<\/strong><\/span>
unfolding toward dawn<\/strong><\/span>
the lonely moon<\/strong><\/span>
howls<\/strong><\/span>
for company<\/strong><\/span>
while below<\/strong><\/span>
we hold each other<\/strong><\/span>
you and I<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n
future<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n
our whole world<\/strong><\/span>
an ecstatic ship<\/strong><\/span>
the wind at our back<\/strong><\/span>
in full sail<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n