Arik Fletcher (Zimbabwe)
He watches her sleep peacefully,
Her warm chest rise and fall,
Her kind heart beating rhythmically,
In answer to love's call.
He thinks back to the darker days,
His cold and lonely youth,
His time spent in a silent daze,
Lost in depressing truth.
He dreamt of love and happiness,
A world where pain could end,
A life without the emptiness,
Where broken hearts can mend.
He looks back at this fragile form,
This angel in disguise,
This creature that could tame a storm,
With nothing but her eyes.
He curls up close beside her now,
To gently draw her near,
To feel her breath so soft and slow,
And drift in love so dear.
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