Intimate Cradle
Written: June 18, 2023
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In a land where tales of old still thrive,
A garnet ring on her finger strives
A symbol of love, like a dove's wing, in spring
Holds a story of love's rousing, curious thing,
A tale of two souls, both feeling shy,
Their souls are linked, yet were unsure why.
Destiny's hand brought them together,
Bound by a ring that would last forever.
In a region rich with myths eager to be said.
Where memories ignite and legends are read.
Lies a story of a soul's great quest,
To overcome the ache, nostalgia's bequest
In the realm of hours of leisure,
There resides a priceless treasure,
A joy that knows no earthly measure,
Your presence is my ultimate pleasure.
Within the depths of my poetic mind,
A masterpiece, a tale we shall find,
Tears mingle in leisure hours, and time stands still.
In the realm of dreams, my heart does thrill.
Here, unmoving, on the sill of a window.
June's embrace, with passion and awe
Wilting like the petals of a tulip's grace,
Yet never do the eyes truths efface.
Under the canvas of the endless blue sky
She and I are bound by a love that won't die.
On this window sill, I find my repose.
In the gentle breeze, my spirit knows.
In June's embrace, the world comes alive.
With vibrant colors and hopes that thrive.
The tulips, once vibrant, now wilt away.
Yet their beauty lingers, like a sweet bouquet.
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