In our time

There is a woody softness to her tone

like the warm song of music fills a room,

her eyes reflect the light leaning in

and that blue fills my sky with her smile,

as the wind comes in gentle waves

she too moves across the space of time,

gently touching me with her grace

her silky hand upon my cheek;

“and I love you too.”

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