He comes and I am taken.
His movements are subtle, his hands protecting what I have given him.
He smiles and I am lost within moments undecided.
I wait for his eyes to change. He speaks and though his words are soft, each is heard as if it were a hundred years long, carrying me throughout lives storms,
When he speaks I am eternal.
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