Chasm into abyss into
Misty light arising from the center of it all.
Spirit seeking spirit for a touch of something real.
Oh, the feel of heart to heart at last.
Gentle, the approach
of all that matters.
Anciently, he looked at her from newly reborn eyes.
Sorrow, in his sigh of letting go.
Breathing in, he knew her, soul to soul.
Slow to swift, he melted
And then the pause.
Past fantasies come true.
A symphony of love for me and you.
Inquisitive without a need to know.
A ray of sun broke through the mist
at the beginning of that one unending kiss...
? Michaelette ?
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