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#6 - The husband

The house smelled like his wife's perfume,
faded lilacs and gardenias.
As he turned the lock, he inhaled
and smiled to her scent.
Her hair fell over her eyes,
shining with love through golden strands.
He felt himself begin to melt
as the snow did melt in the yard.
He pulled her close in his arms
And their kiss made the sun rise.

Author notes

The sixth poem in my cycle. Written for my creative writing class.
Written November 14th, 2006

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