After treading through murky waters, and surviving my darkest hour, I somehow managed to find a beacon of hope, no longer preparing myself for slaughter. You took my hand into your own, and now hold the key to my heart; I trust that you will keep it safe, even as the distance between us keeps us apart. Your eyes, the windows to your soul, are filled with kindness as they console; I accept that you might just be the missing piece that will make my puzzle whole. There has yet to be a dull moment, as minutes turn into hours as your voice caresses me through the phone; I am enamoured in my entirety as I can see that your body is devoid of a single wicked bone. Revenge and vindictiveness are quickly becoming ghosts from my torrid past, my heart races fast as it hopes this feeling never fades away, and will always last. Adventure and excitement align the forests of this enchanted land, as I meander through your Narnia, similar to Houdini, your every wish is now my command. Ready to embark on this endeavour, I have surrendered and hung my white flag, like a newborn puppy, your every move makes my tail wag. Moses' promised land exists within your smile, I think therefore I exist, as I promise you that I will be here for the longest while. The tears flow no more, as the rivers within me have now dried, I will not walk ahead or behind you, but hand in hand, and always beside. Hope floats, and will surely ebb and flow just like the tide, agape flows through my veins once more, so grateful that our paths collided, and are now aligned. Serenity, and adoration fill my heart, as I will be forever indebted to you for wanting to also be mine. Your kisses, and touch send chasms of quivers up and down my spine, I thank the Heavens as I feel blessed and fortunate to have found a kindred spirit who is truly one of a kind.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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