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I saw him walking he looked at me

I knew he would find me someday

I waited enjoying his every step

Breathing in with bated breath

My heart opened and butterflies flew

The sun shed a golden path filled with dew

Laying a blanket of which to share

So bright the light our hearts did bare

Joy claimed us captives a mutual smile

Lets just sit and wait a while

Locking eyes direct blazing true

There was no fear just me and you

Souls awakening from cloudy mists

They formed a dance of tender bliss

Rumba steps glide and prance passion sizzles

A hundred words flew I watched your mouth

Not hearing just dreaming of your lips

As we gazed in awe of what’s in store

A sigh, relief, hope is restored

The world is good we open the doors

You took my hand like a velvet glove

Electric vibes sent shivers up my spine

Shooting silver stars shot far above

Day became night hours like seconds flicked away

Galaxies formed planets aligned to stay

Just you and me nothing more so fine

I wasn’t scared of broken hearts

I knew with wonder it could be true

He found me I found him what to do

We had walked a hundred dusty miles

Now we can sit awhile and give up the fight

Our souls entwined into the night

Poem by Wendy Norman (Seafarrwide)

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