Friday, August 24, 2007



The velvet blackness
Flecked with gold
Slowly, oh so slowly
Turns velvety purple
And into deep, deep red
Her rich blood courses hotly
The sun begins to rise
The day emerges
And the love,the passion,the joy,
Envelop her as she slowly awakens,
Knowing that she is safe and at peace,
Yet still a thousand dances and a million adventures to come
An uncountable number of firsts yet to be shared
As his heart touches her mind, her heart, her spirit...
Copyright ©2007 Bob Bevard

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