it's simple sad and sweet, the way love,
like sand can slip between your fingers, even when you grasp it firmly
bitter sweet, with memories that walk one step behind you,
causing you to look back, to stop and let them catch your hand
the wind in the trees, in the leaves,
shakes the clouded mess within your mind away, leaving you free to breathe in
to taste the beauty in its touch as your fingers
trace the petaled silhouette of the roses with their thorns among the weeds
where butterflies and faeries make their rest

a simple gift, imagination
a simple gift, the light of love, both lost and found
a simple gift, to reach into the stars and grab the fading light

it's simple sad, and sweet
the way the candles burn low within their holders
casting shadows that flicker and dance along the walls
leaving your mind to wander through the dimness, searching, waiting

sweet, unlike the tears that fall onto her lips in twilight, the ones that taste of salt
for as the sun sets her memories return to dance hand in hand
with the shadows parading on her walls, to kiss her softly on the neck
to touch her tenderly on her wrist, sliding hands along her palms to twine fingers
making a net to catch the seeping sorrow from her eyes,
like sand slips, so does it slip into her heart

each sunrise brings no hope with the new light, for she turns her heart away
set beside the window, she waits with heavy heart and weary eyes
always searching the horizon for a familar face,

to do what? she doesn't know

until there, just down the road she sees a boy, walking slowly, face up to the sun
hand open to the world, touching flowers as he walks, and there, he stops
standing before the roses he lets his fingers trace the petals, let's the thorn prick his skin
turning back slightly, a smile rises on his lips as though he's greeting someone dear
with closed eyes he lifts his face to let the sun warm it, and he smiles

there beside her window, with her heart so heavy, with tears finding home upon her cheeks
she watches as he smiles

it's simple, sweet and true, the way love finds you when you need it most
when you expect for it to have left you bleeding tears and heartache

sweet, but not so bitter anymore

she watches as the faeries kiss his cheeks and the butterflies dance around his feet

a simple gift, to live and to love

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