A poem to describe love from a constantly suspended state of waiting and wonder. Read more of my poetry on my blog.
The air carries a breeze,
In from the eastward-facing window.
The breeze carries whispers and secrets of the night,
Into the ear, mind, & soul.
A stolen moment is clearly crystallized,
In the cavity of consciousness.
The stolen moment seeps to the soul,
Filling it with wonder & dreams.
The breeze gently carries your essence,
And the stolen moment,
Promises eventually for eternity.
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