by Sakira

The room is quiet, the space is empty, yet
I feel your presence here.
Love's sweetness scents the room like a thousand rose petals,
fragrant, flowery and beautiful
Nights of endless passion, ringing memories pages turning
ever present.
When we met, there were no fireworks only immediate kinship, 
a knowledge of spirit.
As we talked, mutual respect and trust grew and took hold
Now we spend days and nights laughing, loving and living
Time passes, yet it stops, waiting for us to catch up, keep up, speed 
As it passes, unnoticed we are happy in our place, alone in our world
Love creates a vacuum, a safe haven away inside a cocoon.

A cocoon wrapped tight, allowing love to grow, nurture and be strong.
It quiet in this place, no sounds of pain, anguish or despair.
As love flourishes in the place, we watch,
not really believing that we two are there.

An in the quiet of love's growth,
our hearts are renewed of  past hurts loss
loved and  imagined misdeeds and we develop a new language,
a new being a new you, a new me, a new WE.

Friends by Sakira

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