love created you out of
reds, pure and unaltered,
and my arms will cradle you
like all vulnerable and fragile
things should be held,
away from the darkness and
within my being
where the spring of us
happens each time you
cling to the notion
of a lifetime – an eternity
of ceaseless beginnings, of
clouds filled with hope as
i seek and feel only you.
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