I was afraid.
Terrified, even
paralyzed
with fear.
But that’s all
gone now.
Like a vapor
scattered
on the breeze.
Happiness
traces back
to only one,
for me.
She’s so
beautiful
and strong,
and her hair
is soft and red
like a fox’s.
Oh how
I love her.
Beyond words.
More than
every contour
of every leaf
on a forest,
fall yellow
like an oil
painting.
More than
the sudden
spasmodic
fits of gentle
laughter
that make my
entire upper
body vibrate
like one huge
drumhead.
More even
than the
hidden,
distant stars,
sparkling
imperceptibly
through the
misty clouds.
She makes
my arms twitch
with excitement,
my body aching
to embrace
her and hold on.
With her head
on my shoulder
this world really
does seem so
much brighter.
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC
I was afraid.
Terrified, even
paralyzed
with fear.
But that’s all
gone now.
Like a vapor
scattered
on the breeze.
Happiness
traces back
to only one,
for me.
She’s so
beautiful
and strong,
and her hair
is soft and red
like a fox’s.
Oh how
I love her.
Beyond words.
More than
every contour
of every leaf
on a forest,
fall yellow
like an oil
painting.
More than
the sudden
spasmodic
fits of gentle
laughter
that make my
entire upper
body vibrate
like one huge
drumhead.
More even
than the
hidden,
distant stars,
sparkling
imperceptibly
through the
misty clouds.
She makes
my arms twitch
with excitement,
my body aching
to embrace
her and hold on.
With her head
on my shoulder
this world really
does seem so
much brighter.
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