on the journey
is where descriptions come to light
we caught "no" as a hostage, rather gallantly
became blind to it's insistence
we are the children of almost always land
and then, love has a way of entering
when we leave the slightest gap
in the door, peering through innocence
weaving two souls and hearts
who share simple pieces of time
the same face we turn toward God
no different than the one that shines
in our lover's eyes
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