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on the steps of JP Morgan‘s
J Pierpont Morgan Library (Photo credit: Kathleen Tyler Conklin)
house
i sang to my love
almost on my knees
i sang
There I’ve Said It Again
my love knew not of this ballad
and so
the sentiment
was lost on
everyone but me
and the ghosts
of the
past
cheering me on
be romantic
hold hands
sing songs
hold each other close
and slow dance
JP would have liked it I bet
whilst kicking us off his steps.
we walked into the city
a song in my heart
floating on a cloud
alone
but happy
and
so
damn
ignorant.
Walter Kitty's Diary 
you are amazing…you really are…
Bless you. True story…I’m a hopeless romantic. Hopeless.
All true romantics are, in my opinion, hope-*full*, not -less. May you always stay heart-driven! 🙂
Kathryn
I think at my age I have no choice! Thank you, thank you.