See that subtle sparkle
In an angles eyes
Heart flutter of mystic marvel
And stutter of desire
A sincerity almost sinful
Taunts this tortured mind
As anticipation grows ever fearful
And soars as she glides by
Am i just a witness,
or welcome in her love?
This idle halves persistence
Could Fly with wings of doves
She send me silent whispers
I dare not care enough
Finding comfort in her existence
And completion in her touch

~ Grant Titter ~

 

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