Some day we'll find a young woman
Who fits
So easily
The connection
Undeniable
I don't expect it to happen
Instantaneously
Or anyone to run
Headlong in our arms
Or accept everything blindly
Even just a tentative hand
And an open mind
And an open heart
We'll help her from there
But the waiting...
Soft skin, and a soft smile
The spaces between my fingers ache
Slender digits clasped in mine
On the one hand
The other hand is full
Strong grasp telling me everything will all be okay
Not lacking
I just have more love to give than this
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 11:16 PM UTC
Some day we'll find a young woman
Who fits
So easily
The connection
Undeniable
I don't expect it to happen
Instantaneously
Or anyone to run
Headlong in our arms
Or accept everything blindly
Even just a tentative hand
And an open mind
And an open heart
We'll help her from there
But the waiting...
Soft skin, and a soft smile
The spaces between my fingers ache
Slender digits clasped in mine
On the one hand
The other hand is full
Strong grasp telling me everything will all be okay
Not lacking
I just have more love to give than this
17 Feb
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