Eye of the Storm

 

Within your space,

 

I can breathe;

fingers intertwined,

doodling sand hearts

 

where tides rarely reach;

 

our castle intact

in the midst of a storm.

 

We dare to dream,

dwelling in impossibilities,

never doubting the power of passion;

 

gazes unbroken amidst hope, uprooted;

 

whispers

and the strumming of your chords

into mine;

 

the lullaby

to carry us into dawn.

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