His love for her was latent
enough to grasp her.
It was his seraphic intentions.
He wasn’t her type, but definitely her
soulmate.
When he comes around she tries to obviate
the moments, but they keep happening,
inevitably.
She realized if she dither for too long, it may
slip away in which, she found something
that would slake her ever longing.
She needed to keep him around,
it was too rare.
His love.
She wasn’t surprised by the candor or the
veracity of his motives.
Most just prattle about whatever it is,
playing the sycophant.
But she had a very clairvoyant perception of
who he was, for her;
a translucent and wholesome body of
water resting off shore.
From a distance, never intending to impose,
But he soon convinced her, once he handed
her the white rose.
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Natasha Collazo
Selected Writer in Residency, Champagne France ---2026
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