Silence is loud with anticipation,
A slow bated sway of synchrony.
Lost in the ‘now’ of this invitation,
I hear the tuning of our symphony.
Your gaze whispers my name,
A glance up at such sweet energy.
Risk of never again being the same,
I hum to your kinetic melody.
Embrace of a moment frozen in time,
A sip from a cup never empty.
A precious gem of the rarest find,
Engulfed in a flame reserved for me.
~Ebony
THE O COLLECTION
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