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Sometimes people grow together slowly, As trees reach across an old stone wall, Entangling roots and crossing slender branches Till one can barely tell which comes from which. You've become part of my life slowly, As music, often played, lives in the heart, Shaping its surroundings to its beauty, Mirroring the sanctum of its source. I've come to this realization slowly, As a deer stands at a clearing, nostrils wide, Quivers rippling down its delicate legs, Eyes resigned as lakes await the wind. I’ve come to understand, That the words to describe my love, Cannot be told like other tales, In hushed tones and vivid language. I’ve come to recognize your beauty like no other, Like the gardener who tends to his beloved flowers, That the wounds of such a love, Can only be healed by the one who made them.....
~My Realization~
