By Charles Robert Lindholm
She had no fear
that I would run
she had no shame
for what she’d done
She knew so well
that I would stay
and that I’d never
walk away
from her
or ever
let her go
She knew me too well
Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
The Reluctant Poet 
Seems like we all have that one person who’s our weakness
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Ah that feeling, it’s good! So relatable!
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Yes, I’m sure there are many that have stood in the debris! Thanks for Your comment!
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You are welcome!
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