Take her hand surely in humble reply,
to all the emotions her words will deny.
Deep in the clutch of a whisper,
beyond where the world tries to keep her.
Pull her in closer as stars start to shine,
to give her a glimpse of what she hoped to find.
In still and in silence of night,
let her soak in all the light.
Hold her as softly as snowflakes that fall,
so far from this moment, her heart will recall.
For you have the chance to redeem...
this dreamer that lost will to dream.
Remind her in message, in action, in prose,
thorns are a part of the birth of each rose.
That perfection is mythical at best,
and this is no more than a test...
so have faith and give God the rest.
KEC
aka Deo Volente
1/17/2026
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