The Gift
Love often comes when least expected
And from the most unexpected places.
A smile,
A touch,
A promise of tomorrow,
A fleeting word on the wings of a soughing breeze
Taking you to never dreamed of places.
Accept this gift as graciously as you can,
Nurture and protect it,
It just as often never comes again.
Copyright © Jim Slaughter | Year Posted 2022
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