True Love Waits

Two names sit together on my mile-long list of contacts. Encased in the intertwining of everlasting love. The weeping branches of an aging Willow protecting them from the falling crystal rain. They sit in the blades of jade grass as he gets lost in her deep brown eyes. He takes her hand in his, and kisses it ever so softly. They are standing, slowly dancing. Wrapped in each others arms like a monarchs cocoon. He kisses her. And rests his hand on her cheek in a comforting touch. "I love you." he whispers quietly. Shivers run down her spine. She smiles. Here, in this place, is where their true love peacefully waits.





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