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Eyes locked in tearful silence.
Consumed by their mutual reliance.
The mission was now done.
The victory had been won.
And they stood in the rays of the sun.
The threat of loss so painfully near.
The threat of losing someone so dear.
Racing hearts turned to affection.
As fingertips searched for direction.
And in them they found their protection.
It‘s hard times for hard choices.
If you can hear between the voices.
It‘s easy times for easy outs.
And to live a life filled with doubts.
Lips connected in warm relief.
Shedding the thoughts of grief.
Welcoming to home, the return.
Hands gently sought to discern.
As for assurance they still yearn.
With soft touch and gentle words.
All the pain and fear blurred.
They now lied in a warm embrace.
Caressing with gratitude and grace.
Staring at each other, face to face.
It‘s hard times for hard choices.
If you can hear between the voices.
It‘s easy times for easy outs.
And to live a life filled with doubts.
Black looked into her eyes with an uncontrollable anticipation.
Night lunged at him and embraced him without hesitation.
She trembled against him with a silent vulnerability.
As he held her, calming her fears into tranquility.
When you love someone, of risk, worry says take none,
But if your love has won, you will do what needs to be done,
And give all that you can, to protect that woman or man,
To raise the alarm, and keep them safe from harm.
It‘s hard times for hard choices.
If you can hear between the voices.
It‘s easy times for easy outs.
And to live a life filled with doubts. |
The Return
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