Hers was a secret love
tucked away
hidden away
in the dark recesses of her thoughts
her mind
the forest
It would happen late at night
and she had no choice but to travel along
a helpless, willing accomplice
in an escapade she never dreamed she'd be part of
Her rank did not permit this
nor her bearing, or her structure, or her life
her fleeing from a castle of every comfort and creation
to be surrounded in a jungle of uncertainty
But the night time forest
it was calling her name
a painful howl carried on a full moon beam
she would not be frightened
Cradling his wild head in her lap
she ran lithe fingers ringed in gold
through lush ebony curls
whispering to calm the hurt:
"I realize I have taken you for granted,
my distant, roaring friend"
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Author:
Goddess of the Mist (
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- Category: Love
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Comments2
It is often surprising where we can find love. Good write GotM.
Andy
So true! Thank you Andy!
Naturally!
That's why candles are more gentle than electric light
Wonderfully expressed today thank you
You are too kind 😉
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