It’s strange

The new things that tempt the soul

The compassionate moments that never grow old

Holding onto tales that strengthen weak souls

You made nervous love grow bold

Drawing us closer with every whisper

Forever near but far away

You etched my name

Onto the palms of your hands

We are intertwined with double strands

Twisted into locks of glistening maghony hair

You are the rushing water

Splashing over rocks and doubt

Filling a well that never runs dry

Love always, Esha