Hers beats with life,
as strong as the sound
of a kettledrum
with a peach delicacy,
securely loving and free.
Mine must be oblong,
a polygon of sodden
corrugated cardboard,
stapled loosely in brass
and sharp at the edges.
But together,
we found a frequency,
tethered in tempo,
and that’s how I know,
sincerely so,
she’s the one.
Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you Varuna!
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Lovely.
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Thanks =)
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