FLYAWAY TENDRILS
The breeze blows,
Tendrils of hair waver across my eyes and
You lift your hand to brush them aside
I fully see you,
Smiling at me in your tender manner
For where were you destined
When fate held your hand and
Delivered you to my heart
From summer climes
To winter snow,
You had a choice
Yet you came to my corner
And turned a drab existence
Into a haven of love
My heart will always beat to your tune
You captured me……
Keep me captive for eternity
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