Morning Poems | 
That morning I heard water being poured into a teapot.
The sound was an ordinary, daily, cluffy sound.
But all at once I knew you loved me.
An unheard-of thing, love audible in water falling.
#LoveQuote in The Teapot, #poem by Robert Bly. I used to use his #poetry for discussion when I taught Interpersonal Communication. Always lots to talk about with "The Other Imperfect Bird." #FeelintheLove @Alwaysbeenaloverofbooks @Eggs
Eggs So lovely 🥰 7h
21 likes1 comment
