The soul has much to say
Sometimes, it snows...in April
Tender, summit
Conversation, about reality
Her emotions, on trial
I'm neither judge, jury, nor executioner
She throws herself, on the mercy of my heart
An earful of lost innocence
Priceless honor, compromised
No, will never mean...yes
Intentional, misunderstanding
That evening, the devil...had his way
A waterfall of tears
Her story, told, once too often
We've yet, to become one
It's on her mind
The thought...has visited me, too
Looking at her
I become, undone
The beauty of a woman
Fearful trembling of a child
Why trample, upon a rose?
Words, of assurance?
What could, I say?
Promises, to never fail her?
I'm only, flesh and blood
Asking God, for His guidance
Taking her, by the hand
Indulging, in silence
The strength of her cry
matching the strength of her grip
I'm not going, anywhere
Her whispers of wonder
My purpose, in question
I flow, within her veins
She wants me, in her soul
Say what needs, to be said
Seeking shelter, in her sweet sanctum
Desiring to share, everyday things
Singing her a song, for no reason
Spending my days, taking my breaths
...with her
She consumes, my words
I'm blessed, with a kiss
Patience, is preached
A sermon we both, hunger for
Amen
Day by day
Step by step
Her stride, matching mine
When she grows weary
...I carry her, in my arms
We're in this, together
She's a miracle, to me
Sometimes, it snows...in April
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Sometimes, it snows...in April
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