the scent is there, pacing on the threshold
anticipating, acknowledging the limits, holding the breath of spring’s fragrance
love longs, love waits on the cusp of the stars
hands held together by grand days of walking through streets and countryside
through fall, through winter, through spring, oh how we sing!
caught on the lips, the kiss knowing that love’s scent is in the air, and forever lingers there
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