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Valentine 2

From a distance I saw you.

I gasped and and stared and hoped

and dreamed

but held it close in my heart

and walked.

 

As I walked you came up next to me

crying tears I wish I hadn't seen

and I kissed your forehead

told you it would be o.k.

and we walked our separate ways.

 

From a distance you came back to me.

My hands were free and so were yours.

You smiled and laughed.

I remembered what I held close in my heart for you

and we walked together for a while.

 

I remembered how I saw you from a distance

so long ago, in another life, another dream.

I took your hand and you held back

and we decided to walk like that for a while

and so we walked, hand in hand.

 

The road became rough beneath our feet.

Sharp rocks and wicked things in the trees.

Monsters called Doubt and Uncertainty

crept all around and tried to drag us apart

but we fought them off and kept on walking.

 

And we came upon a beach.

The sands were warm, not hot.

The air was cool, not cold.

The sun was calming, not harsh.

And the water? The water was just right.

 

And now we're swimming.

And there are fish in the water

and coral reefs

and sharks

but I'm not worried.

 

I'll swim with you here forever.

Dive down and breach waves

and blow bubbles and squirt water in your face.

Or just float.

Just lie on our backs and float forever.

 

The ocean is a scary place

It has dangers and wonders and beauties

but it takes effort to swim together.

Effort to stay together.

But it's the only way to distant shores.

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Feb 14, 2011
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