he may never know
the soft purr of voice
or silent desire
of you in love with him
the “only ever after”
you ever wanted, rested
in him, only ever
walking to the top alone
the beauty of sadness
in the grip of love
hollowed trees in wind blowing
your falling into arms
seasons: a poetic journey 
Your words speak my truth! Thank you! 🌹
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