Breathless
A word, to sum up complete,
To make amends with all wrong.
A word, to hold that part close,
To make words sound complete.
A word, that conquers all,
That gives life at last some meaning.
A word, that means more than pleasure,
Ever no trace inkling to doubt.
A word, that means our friendship,
Of heart, body and mind.
A word that is of time long grown,
Of trees moved on by cool breeze.
A word, that means you are my one,
And willingly I am yours too.
A word, that means age old understanding,
That small word is simply trust.
Copyright © R. Pinchen | Year Posted 2014
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