All those years ago
And I remember the first time,
In the moonlight,
When you stood before me
Shy, uncertain, serene,
While I tried to start breathing,
Soaking in the sight of you
With your gown fallen, body free.
All these years, as you leaned in
Asking me to find the music,
To clumsily compose songs of our life,
Teaching me how it should go,
With you as the instrument upon which
Our song would be played.
HemmingPlay 
Beautiful
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This image is captivating but is surpassed by your writing. Thanks for posting today.
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Thank you for saying so. 😉
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Lovely!
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😘
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Just beautiful!!
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This is especially exquisite.
And what an absolutely perfect image accompaniment.
am:)
I hope all is well…
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