They, Some Thoughts On Life
He writes so boldly,
while suffering more from timidity
than anything physical;
the anemone closes
with the most gentle of
human touch.
His, a guarded, orderly life
that lacks of emotional temerity.
And She,
she maintains that exquisitely delicate
(orchid-like) facade of completeness,
warm-sad eyes failing to conceal
a hunger, thirst, for an ardent love -
only her share,
only that required to sate
a lifelong need.
Scarred they are,
and all the more beautiful for it,
their souls infused by the jasmine
of loves found, surrendered,
the wild sage of experiences
lived with and through another,
the sweetness of nameless sadness'
survived and grown through.
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