I listen closely
to her gentle breathing,
her easy laughter,
her sparkling wit...
Other people only see
the wind blowing me around,
crows cawing in the trees,
a sunrise on a wintry morn.
Her kiss upon me
chills me in the winter,
leaves me dripping wet in spring,
drips sweat off my brow in summer,
paints the trees red and gold in fall.
Yet this fool dances with her,
in awe of her glorious mystery,
his heart filled with her special love.
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