There are no promises unbroken
And there are no guaranties,
Still, I need something to hold on to
Because I’m falling
Back under your spell.
I’m so afraid and you know
Love and fear
Blend like fire and water.
Every time I feel
That old familiar burn,
Ice cold rain puts out the flames.
by Jeanne Marie
Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie 
acutely detailed and hesitatingly beautiful because of the mixture of elements ~ Wonderful ! Blessings friend ~Debbie
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Thank you so much…
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That old familiar burn, I know this one! I love the art and your poem . Your words reach right down to my soul!
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Thank you…
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