Approaching in silence she gathers my fears, holds me close so that words are not needed.

Breath escaping her lips like a warm gentle breeze, giving hope for an answer I’ve pleaded.

She whispers into my ear, wonders meant just for me, the power of a secret and of love.

Recreating light in the darkness we made, reflecting streams from the moonlight above.

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