By Valerie Winkle

Remembrance of the night he touched her
Wrapping her in his caring arms
Freeing her with sullen eyes of truth
Molding her in absoluteness

Silence grows around her
As she dreams of his hand in hers
Crying for the reality to feel this way
Yet again...

Cumbersome is now her emotion
Planted like a seed in the eyes of the
Rich brown Earth
Weaving its roots deep within the very soul of her
Cooling painful desires...

He is her leaf- blowing in the
Sunlit wind pulsating within her veins
Allowing her to be all the things she longs to be
Filling her with the true gift of his love.

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