When The Ink Runs Dry All Is Lost

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Unknown

A gentle smile, soothing hands
We lay there in silence
An unspoken comfort
Fascination with the unknown

1 Comments:

At 7:23 AM , Blogger Mommy Emily said...

i love the simplicity of this poem... and the 'fascination with the unknown' -- it's this mystery which makes every relationship magical.

 

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