The Brown Eyed Dreamer

'Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.' William Wordsworth

Bridge

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A walk home through the park
Where darkness swallows every stride,
Your hand in mine because you know I get afraid.
Took me to the bridge
To hold me tight and kiss me slowly,
When you stop to ask that lingering question.
‘Is it perfect for you too?’

Yes, the breeze whispers through branches,
Yes, the river murmurs underneath,
But still mouth forms no words.
Look straight into wide, inquisitive eyes,
Nod profusely, please let that be enough,
I swear, I swear more than anything,
It’s perfect for me too.

Author: tinygirltravels

Just a short girl from Northern Ireland who's caught the travel bug!

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