Felt Facing

        
Choose love
you will first know,
firm as
a note that blends
across fragile lines.

Give love
you will most make,
fast as
a word that flies
through frozen dawns.

Accept love
you will least expect,
full as
a touch that holds
in fertile moons.

      
        
        


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