But we loved with a love that was more than love... ~Edgar Allan Poe
If a heart could swirl like a scarf upon a fence post, mine would choose to do that with you.
A dance of what is and could be.
The wonder of discovery.
The kind that new lovers hold, and dreamers think on and want to know.
The yearning that lonely hearts don’t speak of
is as vast as
yet as quiet as a soft sigh can roll off parted lips.
The feeling I speak of feels like the most sacred of
Hands stretched out in adoration.
A reaching out and inward the way lovers’ hands will do.
For if a heart could swirl like a scarf upon a fence post,
would choose to do all of that with you.
Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #243