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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