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It was when he reached for her hand that her blushing began,
and he was never afraid, he never
pulled back,
from her shaking spirit
instead
embracing her until
the waves of fear passed away.
She surrendered
to his courage,
but they both surrendered really.
He never regretted his dedication
to her, instead he lived for her smile,
and for the chance
to hold her hand again.
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She walked in the green fields now remembering the curves
of her hand in his, and those times he gave her
a wildflower to tuck
behind her ear,
with the smell of trees
and the beautiful deluge
of robin song,
it was spring now
and she dreamt
of smelling his neck
and the protection
of his umbrella
as they discovered the earth
all over again,
walking in the park.
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In my wildness I danced in her waves,
caught
in her smile, set free in her tide
washed
again and again
she banished
any brokenness remaining.
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In the moonlight through our window, we hold each other closer
breathing in her hair, I can see the outline of trees covered
again. She whispers in the night, “I’ve always wanted
to be held by you…..” I drift off dreaming
of the wind carrying us away.
Is love softer in the winter snow?
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Having seen his own ice melting, the frozen within,
he knew he was her storm, with both peace
and yet carrying a raging blizzard.
She loved him, that much was certain,
and her fire kept him sane,
showed him how to pray really,
and one day as the snow fell
he knelt on the rock, and prayed
he would always be worthy
of her honor.
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A thin layer of ice on the corners of the window now,
as you gently move the curtain aside, she stirs
next to you under layers, lumps under her mother’s quilt
as you see only a hint of the sun, and you realize
there is joy in the mystery of another day,
a sparkle returns
to your eyes again, as you stretch
and your wings extend, covering
your Love, with a beautiful shadow
and you begin forming –
shaping the words
of a new poem, in the light
that is barely dawn.
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She blushed as they both looked up at the sky,
a gentle breeze touched her cheek
as she embraced
his humble strength, stunned
that he had given her everything,
his heart
simply draped,
in a poem.
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