Sure Footed

Have you ever watched a buck? Power resting on graceful legs and slender feet? He bounds away balanced, sure-footed. He walks gently through brambles, his eyes always sure of the horizon. He is my love. He is kind, generous. I think him light, like the wind, but when he descends upon me, caressing me down to the depths of the ocean, I remember his weightiness. He is my rock, a cave that hides me against the turbulences.


I never believed in the ONE TRUE LOVE theory. Now I do. Precious gift from above.

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