Like a mother’s gentle act,
love knocked upon my door,
finding a lovely spring
in a heart that wakes once more.
By the table of delights,
between crossed legs we sit,
with a dog, a serendipity,
tightening our veins a bit.
Love crossed the street,
without a word to say,
wandering the beautiful valley
to a heart in disarray.
It stood face to face
with tenderness, as always,
adorning life unexpectedly,
conquering all the ways.
It gathered hesitant hearts,
still loving without sense,
making paths precise
even if love feels immense.
Love arrived at my door
and I welcomed it in.
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