Sunlight peers through the leaves,
Setting Vella's hair alight like
Obsidian gems with auburn striations.
My hand strokes her back and
She rests her head on my chest.
I am at home with her in my arms.
I hope she feels the same.
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Woodland Bliss
Poetry"Never will I fall in love again." -- Ravella "They keep telling me to make the first move, but it's not that simple." -- Andrew ___ Drew has crippling social anxiety. Vella has scars that run deep. Two friends decide to give love another chance. __...
