Pastorale, François Boucher, 1761
Not often, nor enough
But the moment I hear you
My body responds as if cold water has trickled down my back; I shiver
Tiny threads of excitement spread across my skin, prickling
Does breath suspend?
For mine does in that moment…that moment of recognition that it is you
Your voice humming my soul
sharing your thoughts, your day
sharing a piece of you, with me.
Lucky am I,
the girl with no entitlement, no claim
to bask…no, revel in your being,
your attention to just me
Little do you know,
the kindness you give,
the pure joy that lights me up inside
and I am happy
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Pretty!!! Love it! We all can relate to this one.