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May 2016
In a dark cave I can see your bright innocent eyes.
Eyes,

Your strong hands becoming my candle,
Remember?

We’re running as fast as we can, to discover light.
Fright,

Fearful emotions coursing through me, while you remain brave.
Saved,

Like this reality summarizes your whole life.
Secret life,

Your strong broad arms clinches to me, like how my father’s once did.
Live,

Memories being animated, how my heart used to beat.
So deep,

I am grateful to feel the strength of your love.
Free like white doves.

Free from doubts of loving a stranger.
this poem is dedicated to my hopes of finding true love some day.
Christopher Crenshaw
Written by
Christopher Crenshaw  Indinapolis
(Indinapolis)   
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