Halo's flare
Halo's Flare
Honeyed sunlight pouring through the air,
glowing with halo's flare.
How sweet it is to be alive —
to hear your own heart jagger loud and wild
amidst life's heaviness.
How sweet it is to love —
to let your heart sway and heave,
pace and rest, in love.
Smiles curved upon a face,
the voluptuousness of her hips embraced,
two hearts playing tag,
sweet laughter, after.
Moments frozen in tenderness and realness.
It is with such sweetness to love,
but more surpassing all feeling
is to be loved.
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