LINES OF THOUGHT © 2016

In a sway of desires and fears,

Reason cradles me, wavering and bare.

Who can save me, if not the secrets

Of a magical love that floats in the air?

Brought by the arms of a friend,

Like a sweet balm on a serene night,

And, like red roses, it’s a refuge

On lips kissed with passion, a pure delight.

And, like hope, bitten by emotion,

For yet another happy day, sighed in the breeze.

In this dance between heart and reason,

It’s love that rises, the true breath of ease.

For Nicola.

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