Proof.
She had eaten
the proof of amour\'s iridescence,
taken love\'s juice
and emptied desire to its deepest dregs.
She sweetened by
patience the taste of long distance,
wasted no chance
for contact and savoured hunger\'s late fill.
She feasted when
first word-laden fervour approached,
imbibed its signs
of ready affection and sipped care slowly.
She embraced hope
of thrilling love-seeded togetherness,
faced thirst\'s cup and
saw solo wither when need was quenched.
She knew romance
would bud only if received rightly
hence she treasures
each line of autumnal reasons to smile.