An innocent face shadowed,
by blue eyes of uncharted territories,
rained on by emotion,
flooded by indecisiveness,
and drowned by the unexplainable.
Grasped to the fleece,
cold soft hands clench,
refusing to say 'no, '
refusing to leave,
refusing to let go,
release,
to shutter and shake,
then to attach once more.
A stout stature,
face tilted,
browns eyes raised,
heartbeat decreasing,
waiting...
waiting...
waiting...
for those words that were lost,
those words that need to be heard,
spoken smoothly,
softly,
steadily,
genuinely,
those words that mean the world.
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