In sunlight or in shade
she stands
withstands all stares
and wild imaginings.
What is she thinking?
Only she knows
but
a harpist draws his strings
across those in my heart
causing them to shiver.
Forgotten moments
return the gaze
a touch so tender
She moves me in her
stillness
Such is the art
in love.
~*~
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