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My perfect Romance: It is him by Christine ThibeaultHis Chin nestles in the groove
between her shoulder and neck
and the thump thump thumping
of his heart against her back
even more intriguing than the
sunrise before them.
The fear to love again creeps away
from her inner core and into the beyond with
each moment spent with him...
Therapeutic mumbles soothe her soul and the
intense essence of who he is blinds her...
she prays to never see again.
His hands clammy as their fingers intertwine and
she is lead to where the ocean tickles their feet.
A ring of warmth forms around her waist
as he pulls her closer...
the oceans breezy melody competes with the erratic echoing
of his breaths.
He gazes deeply into her eyes and every inch of where
her heart,mind,and emotions have been is known.
His knees are suddenly kissed by sand and
the eternal symbol of love is removed from his pocket.
Tears fall as he speaks the words she has
so longed to hear...
The treasure chest of her existence is unlocked and
the wonder she has yearned for is now visible...
it's always been him.
Each penny no longer wasted,
finally answered her most desirable wish...
an ever lasting light now burns within her,
and never this light will dim.
His chin nestles back into the groove
between her shoulder and neck and the
thump thump thumping of his heart now calm;
his breathing less erratic...
the sun itself envious of the love that has
set within them.
02/07/2010 Posted on 02/07/2010 Copyright © 2025 Christine Thibeault
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