Her breath whispers past my ear,
My heart rate races, I can feel her calling me.
Her gaze is expansive and deep, it pulls me near.
My own breath catches in her wind.
Her eastern plains roll, scorched,
My heart moans as her scarred trees gaze lost.
Her own gaze becomes clouded and stale.
My tears the only moisture for her there.
But as always, her strong peaks loom ahead,
The passion grows in my heart as she calls me.
Her strength comforts me, catches my weaknesses.
My hurt disappears in the arms of her rocky berth.
She is so fragile and yet, so stoic and strong,
Her spirit captures my heart completely.
Her breath lifts up my soul and pushes me forward.
She calls me to her and heals.
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