In the shadows of the night
Lingering there, upon mine lips
Thy kiss, so delicate and true
In the twilight of day
Thy touch, a brush of fingertips
Upon a blushed cheek, linger
Thou art there, invisible
So far away, yet so near
I call to thee, silently
Art thou a knight, come to save me?
Like Guinevere, I am
Where art thee, Lancelot?
Lingering in the shadows, is he
Yet, in whispers on the winds
Thee hast come to me
Lingering are thy lips upon mine
Invisible yet there, somewhere
… Waiting
Love is universal and not limited to the most perfect among us. In this collection of romantic short stories and poetry, love comes to those who are decidedly imperfect, who possess very real human flaws, scars, and challenges. Awaiting us as we are.
In the predawn hours during a solitary ride on her ranch, Montana Freeborn collides with Seth Phoenix, centaur-turned-man and the embodiment of her psychic visions.
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