I can't avert my gaze.
This maze of right and wrong
winds faster than the clock,
to dock this ship
would be a foolish act
for luck has brought us here
my dear, you are the wind
against the sail, this high-flying
fairy tale of chance.
You took my hand and now
we dance beneath the rain -
no sign of letting up.
We move each other still,
the thrill has yet to fade.
I am looking back to the beginning of my relationship when love seemed as impossible to capture as it was to ignore. Now, my love is tangible and formed.
1 comment:
lovely. very lovely.
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