I will not pardon these thoughts
That linger, safe within me
The shadow she has cast
And the fragrance she exudes
Tarnishes my fear
And stirs to life my better half
She is the comfort
I reach for in fog of night
The name i cry out
In elation and despair
Our interwoven thoughts
Are a beacon of solidarity
Chaperoning the like minded
To a safer place to hide
And i dream
Of when, and where
To pluck from the branches
The fruits of a lover's toil
Leaning against the bark, whole and content
To nestle against her warmth
No longer shaken by fear
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