Beyond the searching gaze of my eyes
awaits the calming embrace
of your slow, silken love
I swear I do not know
how such fortune
fell upon me
that when I least expected it
you appeared
like the warm, comforting glow
of a late autumn afternoon
upon my vacant home
keeping it, thereafter,
sturdy and stable on the outside
trembling with passion
on the inside
Is it any wonder then
that I love
coming home?
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