The quicksand of love at her feet
Was devouring her soul, her heart
She stood there, still.
Savouring it, sinking downwards.
His hands would come, and save her,
She knew. All desire.
He came. Whispered.
“Till I loved, I never lived.”
Offered himself as she gained ground
With his heart wrapping her all around.
Linking this to Writer’s Quote Wednesday