So Soft

I heard his tears
My love, weep not
but if you must, cry softly
for the night draws near
and you and I will be as one
until the morning sun
paints hues of light on yon horizon

then soft, so soft
his fear crept up to me
touching gently here upon my cheek
with a tremor of his fingertips
as if anticipating a rejection
but in my eyes he met his own reflection

when sweetly hesitant
his lips drew oh so very near
and the sorrow and the fear
were there no more
for just one kiss
brought such a sense of bliss
to both our souls

we spread our wings
(the ones we never
knew we had till now)
and flew away . . .


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