You stole quietly, gently into my life. And captured my heart without fanfare or trumpets. Your love is graceful and eloquent. Your heart is that of a lion with the elegance of a tender kiss. You've taken my heart, and held it delicately, lovingly, in your embrace. In this peaceful retreat, with you, I will linger, wishing for time to stand still. Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson
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I found a bee in my house. The poor thing was weak, struggling to move. So I picked it up. It barely budged. I was going to put it out of its misery, but then I thought, “Wait, why not let it spend its final few minutes in the sunlight?” I know I would want […]
I’m here, right here. Don’t you see?
If I reach out, I’m too clingy.
To dare say “I need”; too easy.
Your eyes, your touch, tell me yes.
Why can’t you speak?
That fragility is in all of us.
I want to be safe too.
Reach out your hand.
Ever so gently, I’ll hold it close.
Penny Wilson Writes 