Empty days, desolate and lonely
were all my mind could conceive.
Vision clouded by the storms of the past,
trust and hope disintegrated by the
stinging gammon-storm of words disguised
as truth.

Then, you.

Taking my heart in your hands,
guiding me through the confusing
mists, warming away the soul-chill with
your words, touching my life from miles away.
I knew you before I saw you, and
you me.

Then, we.

Blending our lives;
a meeting of the minds,
a convergence of hearts,
Setting off a chain of events
that churn with a passionfire forged
from the love that was formed
by trust and hope
and you
and me.

12/30/2004

Author's Note: An older work, revisited.

Posted on 12/30/2004
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