Friday, November 18, 2016



he was hesitant,
not afraid but contemplative.
her fragile beauty, passionate heart, and enigmatic soul
enamored him.
she was like a butterfly,
a touch too soon and she would flit away.
and as he approached her, ever so gently,
she kept her distance.
until in a moment of weakness,
he picked her up and repaired her wings.
and in that glimpse,
she realized that she no longer wanted to fly away.
and she whispered in response to his pensive gaze,
you never need an excuse to talk to me, love. 

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