You
You
Nestled
your
sweet way
Into places
I never knew
Existed
Those
Are the places
I miss
you
Most.
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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