Divine’s Chosen

Heaven escaped her lips

Would I be quick enough to catch it?

I dance around her

Feeling lifted by just having them around

The world moves slower and more deliberate

When you hold my hand

Heavenly warmth on my palm

There is nothing more divine

Than being within her grasp

To be hers

Elizabeth Almeida ©2023

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