Collapsing into his arms, i finally felt whole,
Healing the bruises on my crest-fallen soul.
Yearnings bore tears, perpetual fears post,
In the tranquil warmth of his palm, i so wanted to get lost.
He forayed into my eyes,
Heart beats held high,
Slender fingers entangled my hair,
Infinite unuttered words of love and care.
Giving away tales of warriors and woes,
Speaking of martial and ferocious foes.
But i knew none of what he preached,
For my treacherous ears had long surceased.
Substantiating my gaze to his toes, i gasped,
Brooding over the distances that they had lapsed.
From somewhere above the clouds, an earnest stream passed,
Renewing the charm of life and love, Renaissance it was.
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