Scabs and scars oft
concealed ’tis of
trepidation of judgement
if revealed. ‘Tis the manner
of thee: thy bold stance?
thy rakish glance?
thy gentle wooing?
‘Tis the gentle lilt
of voice, ’tis the flirty
glance, ’tis the sensual smile
’tis her gentle wooing of thee.
‘Tis amidst
passionate outpourings
that souls finally greet.
SOULMATES they be
passionate intent of
love and loyalty they
decree….their destiny.
©️PSA 17/2/22.
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