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Nov 2012
From the shadows where I stood
The fervor of your gaze
Cast a warmth over my skin
And the skeleton I stood with
Was reminded of its soul
And the skin that clothed it
No longer froze to my bones
And I thawed beneath the heat of your body.
The pulse from your veins
Shocked my lifeless heart
And it began to beat steady
Beneath the rhyme of your own.
There, under your spell,
I lay in peace
No longer buried
Under ice and frost
For you melted it away
With your touch and gaze.
There, you uncovered the small life,
Frail and green,
Needing a sort of sun
To mature and breathe
And it felt the rays
Of your gaze
And it felt the moisture
From your touch
And long after you left
That small life
Grew
He wasn't a first love he may not be my last love.
He's simply the man that showed me there was so much more to love than I had really known, and he fixed a part of me that had been broken for a long time.
Ashley Rose Berman
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