Him


The feeling of running through a green pasture
embedded with happy flowers,
and feeling cool breezes that erase the pounding thoughts
are the closeness of his arms-
around my trembling figure.
The truth that is deep within me, never wishing to come out,
is the silent whisper upon his gentle lips.
My hideous pains seek to overpower
the happy twinkle of hope in his most sincere yet surreal eyes.
A steady calling for life that rushes when I am so close and
reassures me of pure love is the beat of his heart.
I am mad!
But who could dare to say that this is not the clear, simple,
and plain truth? We
are all human searching and dreaming
...Have I found?

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