Tollered

I have travelled far to see her again,
and in the old industrial town by the lake,
we walk hand in hand,
story in story
in the winter sun
threading two tales together
into one.

She asks for nothing but to be mine
and shivers when I tell her so,
‘The magic words’
run deep.
Saying them aloud
opens my heart to trust and ancient wisdom
that she brings with every kiss
and every hidden moment.
We share the secret
at every monument.

Copyright Faramond Frie © 2015

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