A Love Story

The doors open.

She walks the halls.

In a shell she walks.

Her face full of sharrow.

Her thoughts a blur.

Lost in the world around her.

She walks head down.

Tears stream down her face.

Then she looks up to see his face,
Full of warmth.

He takes her face in his hand,
And wipes her tears away.

With the tears he wipes away the pain.

He smiles.

She looks into his eyes,
And knows she’s not alone.

By: Gabrielle Hinds-Richards© 6/14/07

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