Acquiescence
Among all the jewels of love
There is that one exquisite Faberge
That single moment of perfection
Its magic never falters
Is never diminished
Each iteration a brand new creation
Drawing wonder from the depths
It isn’t found at the end
When the music meets its crescendo
But at the beginning
When I knock upon the door
And you let me in.
©2016
Belle
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