She always loved how he carried the Gift of Tigers…his roar
against the night, permeating
her being down to the bone,
his courage running through her veins,
And he loved the strength of her stride,
the ability to tread on serpents,
her supernatural smile,
how so often she could walk
through the fire of chemo and cancer,
while casting fear off both of them,
with the heart of a lion.
Gifted, both of them…
in each other’s love.
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