Hold Me
The suns gone down
the air is crisp
My heart is warm
because you hold me
the air is crisp
My heart is warm
because you hold me
Beginning
There’s
A slow
And steady
Warming
Of hearts
There’s
A slow
And steady
Forming
Dreams
A quietly
Growing
Comfort
Of companions
A subtle joy
Of newness
On the pathway
To beginning.
This must
Be
How
Love
Grows.
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