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She thought that no one would come. Everyone's someone was there laden with sweet kisses so craved. She felt his gaze on her back, gentle warm strokes like the sun. She had seen him in the night, longing's whisper brought to life an image her heart had saved. She heard him call out her name felt her lungs draw fresh breath and her tears kiss her pale cheeks. He thought he'd never get there. His body trembles and aches underneath the mask he weaves. He draws her into his chest kissing the top of her head breathing in golden blessings. Every pretense leaves him then. He feels her spirit in his bones. He holds her tighter, closer, feeling familiar pain pangs, as fears' tears stream down his face. They thought more of each other choosing not to dwell on self but to give rather than to receive. Fingers tracing round faces. Eyes locked dancing together. Hospital stench, ****** sheets fade into wedding vow fabric made clean by a lifetime's love. Wander, wander, wandering and though neither knows to where shared is a love that knows all.
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Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
White Wanderlust
She thought that no one would come. Everyone's someone was there laden with sweet kisses so craved. She felt his gaze on her back, gentle warm strokes like the sun. She had seen him in the night, longing's whisper brought to life an image her heart had saved. She heard him call out her name felt her lungs draw fresh breath and her tears kiss her pale cheeks. He thought he'd never get there. His body trembles and aches underneath the mask he weaves. He draws her into his chest kissing the top of her head breathing in golden blessings. Every pretense leaves him then. He feels her spirit in his bones. He holds her tighter, closer, feeling familiar pain pangs, as fears' tears stream down his face. They thought more of each other choosing not to dwell on self but to give rather than to receive. Fingers tracing round faces. Eyes locked dancing together. Hospital stench, ****** sheets fade into wedding vow fabric made clean by a lifetime's love. Wander, wander, wandering and though neither knows to where shared is a love that knows all.
ellen-joyce
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Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 6:10 PM UTC
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