Waited for you; now you’re following closely.
Green fields await us. Deep air stocked with roses.
Following the tales, we stroll through the grass.
Barefoot, unbridled arriving home at long last.
Behind the door is a welcoming place
Similar to your arms and the smile on my face.
Replacing the fields, strolling through our love.
Caring for cream roses as lined furrows dissolve.
Dinner by candlelight feeding more than raw hunger.
We’re stronger. Light looms as the night grows longer.
A welcome takes two parts; the wait and response.
Love equals one part; two hearts in a place ensconced.
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