Come

Come.
My hand awaits your gentle grasp.
I will bring you with me
to a place of trust
and beauty....

Join me in this glade
where the trees hold hands
high overhead,
and the wind plays
sweet notes of summer.

Follow me to the sea.
The surf will play with your hair,
and we will lie together
in the sand,
waiting for the water
to wash us away.

Come.
Time is motionless...
The world will stop breathing,
and watch us become
together.

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