Lips felt as if never kissed
body unused, and love
seemed too precious to endure;
as if the heft of breath might crush it.
She spoke of it
as if not breathing;
in wisps of thought
so that even time
would not press weight to injury.
Words came haltingly
in languages of hope and
accents of want, pride
drove the air from her depths
would not let the moment
lie unborn
she reached for Love
with both hands, and held
the rumors of yes, close to her heart
waited, in stilled pause;
and found from adoring eyes
and steadfast gaze,
had something seeming precious, too.
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