Slip Away Into You

Do you even realize how amazing you are?

Someone recently asked me if I realized just how beautiful and amazing I was. I responded,"What?"

That person then went on to reveal his love for me in no uncertain terms.

Then I started thinking about others who do not feel so brave about letting their emotions just flow like that. Those people send "Secret Admirer" notes.

Why are people afraid to reveal their emotions? Do people do that much anymore...send secret admirer notes?

How about you? Have you ever received a "Secret Admirer" note? How did it make you feel?

Let me know in the comments, after reading my poem below about a Secret Love.

Slipping Away

Original art by Gina Welds Hulse
Original art by Gina Welds Hulse | Source

Slip away into you

Dawn comes rising, revealing itself a new day,

Presenting the first occasion to slip away.

Anticipation: events of today old and new,

As quietly I slip, slip away into you

Cob webs from my head, shaken.

Perplexing thoughts pondering in dismay,

Reveals few answers all clouded by a shade of gray.

Again I slip away, slip away into you

The placid tenderness of water beating on my face,

Enjoining a routine at its usual frantic pace.

Emerging images of rainbows dispersing form view.

I must slip away. Slip away into you.

Adorned in garments that now defines you by sight.

I Step from the shadows to embrace this new light

But my thoughts are apart and long overdue

They have slipped away. Slipped away into you.

To confront another day’s task recurring, molding what is, my life to be.

Yet within, my thoughts flourish untamed, wildly free

Free to dance, free to sing, free to soar, free to be true

Oh Yes! And free to slip away. Slip away into you.

Come away with me.

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always exploring 2 months ago from Southern Illinois

This is beautiful poetry! I think many can relate, I know I can. When I am down and feeling unhappy, I think of him and all is well again....

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Gina Welds-Hulse 2 months ago from Rockledge, Florida Author

I know how you feel, Ruby. @alwaysexploring I've been sad lately, because the person that I think about often died two years ago. The Hub, I thought of you today, is about him.

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