Wondrous Dream
The tender fingers that melt deep into my soul, right into my conscience.
The hands that heal, knowing exactly where my wounds are.
The arms that embrace the worst of my scars.
In those fingers of her, I see my fingers intertwined.
Onto her hands, I see my hands holding on tight.
With her arms, I see my arms crossed.
I wonder how our souls would fabricate our dreams.
I wonder how our hearts would resonate in proximity.
I just wonder, how would our life be, together.
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