The sweetest words spoken,
Waters the soil of her mind.
Seeds sprout of thoughts left unspoken.
Growing. Waiting. Hoping.
A balanced diet of mirth and understanding.
Full blooms face the presence of our radiance.
Nourished and tended,
A forest of experiences grows.
Sustenance produced in abundance.
Fabled among Gods and Goddesses.
The craving unfulfilled.
The necessity unknown.
The foundation of engaging connection.
Intellectually stimulating conversation.
Apart, background music holds her.
'I reminisce for a spell’
Laughing to herself.
Her world aglow from the inside.
Caught in the cadence and the content.
Smitten by the attention and acumen.
Secure that through your spout flows honesty.
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