Sep 22, 2013

I yearn alone 
amongst the heavens.
My whisper extends

to caress her soul.

But softly.

Gently.

I've no wish as yet
to end the enchantment
mere mortals feel

within her gaze.
She is the magic of creation.

The wonder of stardust.

She is everything.
She is nothing.

She is.

I've no intent to let her go.
I, the one who set her free.

For, in all of her,
is every part of me.

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