Standing in the mist , she
watches the fog roll and obscure
images before her, just as she
had let "fog" close
around her, keeping her safe
from the pain of life.
She
had endured so much pain, so
much disappointment,
disillusionment, and knew that
love had passed her by,
when she was only a wife.
Her
coat wrapped tightly around her,
she dreamed of arms enfolding
her, keeping her warm and dry.
The gentle touch of warm lips on
her skin, words whispered in her
ear of need and love.
Then
she opens her eyes, stares out
to sea, and knows it is
not a dream, he is there,
holding her, whispering to her,
needing her, as she needs
him, his love.
Yes,
they stand together as the fog
drifts around them, hides them
from prying eyes, and marvel at
the miracle that brought them
together,
A
miracle of Love
of leaving the foggy darkness of
disillusionment
going into the future filled
with hope
and the light of love.
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