Romance in her diary and life,
meticulously written, managed in living,
Knows its place, now in a
Shifting paradigm,
She knows to prioritise,
from cot to cradle,
Kisses on the babe’s tender skin,
long love in dimple cheeks,
no longer love in warbling notes,
but in perambulations and cloth cradles,
Serenading and singing,
in tunes of lullaby clothed in wisdom ,
romance in cosy corners,
romance enjoys rebirth,
relives in nuggets and whispers.
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