4 Love Notes – 2

The fog creeps in 
The chilly mist 
The gray takes over 
We exist 
And life seems frozen 
  And joy a fleeting 
  Thought dismissed.

But one brief glance
And comes the fire
Weary yes
But still desire
Pushes through
The slog of day
  The soul’s one part
  That doesn’t tire —

Come fog come
And build a shield
For what is shared
May seem concealed
When only two 
Its secrets share
  To stop to go at last

  To yield

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