Blueprint


I could write of love again
could I love unconditionally, blind?
I've done it before a time or two
when I didn't have the fear in mind.

I could write of love again,
of tomorrow and days after,
I could write of making love again,
of comfortable silence and genuine laughter.

I could write of love again,
of faithfulness and knowing direction,
of dreaming and building, pillars
of constant and strong affection.

Could I write of love again?
Could I have the trust it takes
to blueprint you and me, us
in the sand on edge of wakes?
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