Willow
In his arms I am free to explore the oceans ~
openly caste my gaze 'pon stars twinkling
in the midnight skies;
his hand gently caressed my face,
as willow wept her tears 'pon the winds ~
From wind a genteel sigh of reprieve is released
as tender droplets of precious rain,
and honeysuckles wantonly bloom
'pon receiving them -- And Aye,
I am free to explore the oceans and more,
in his arms I have found both ecstasy and tranquility
For he is the hearth of my home...
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