Sangria sunsets and moments of clarity, with tangerine shades bringing hope and sincerity... ...easing a troubled mind. I know not of things that do not nurture- I only know the beauty in mother nature and all her grace. Our perfect picture painted reveals all things lovely, like a treasure I hoped to find. Resting gently upon the reverie, I feel a glimmer of God's creation. Just the slightest touch of your skin against mine is enough to free me from any fallacy I may encounter- I never knew starvation, until I hungered for you my love, and you nourish me with all that you are. As the tide surfaces the sand, I recall the most memorable sensation, moments we walked along the fawn sandy shore. Me...you... after all we've been through- and oh, those things you do. For hope can be found in a moonlit moment… and I cannot unlove you. April 2, 2018