Contentment

It’s beautiful,

the way he brought back her colors

pulled the laughter from her soul

blowing the dust from a wounded heart.

It’s a relief,

this natural flow

no need for expectation

empty promises

or labels to show the world.

It’s rare,

this freedom

from needing there to be something

someone

to call home.

It’s breathtaking,

that sparkle in her eyes

absent of fear

vacant of worry.

It’s delicious,

the pleasant unfolding of it all

the prospect of happiness

in an otherwise dreary world.

It’s peaceful,

the need for nothing more

content in the knowing

that she is not alone.

 

 

 

 

 

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