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So Leary
Was it her beauty, her
Surface vulnerability,
Or the inconsistency
That was their consistency
That kept them teetering
On the brink of impossibility,
I think he loved her, but when
It started I’m not sure or how
He loved her in heart degrees,
I don’t know if she loved him,
They were always so guarded,
Never revealing anything, not
Even tiny clues, yet I knew
They understood the seeds
Of love were planted long
Ago, and that just a glance,
An exchange of thoughts,
Could germinate to jungle
Growth simply overnight,
There seemed to be an
Unspoken sense of fright
About that, maybe that’s
Why they were so careful,
So leary.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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