Gentle, Gentle Man

He’s always been a gentle, gentle man

She wore happiness and a white dress

He wore love and a black tux

His eyes spoke of ineffable joy

Her smile hinted a need for certainty

Fear hugged her tightly

Her mind accepted fear and consequently filled her every motion with ambiguity

He was ready

Why was she not?

Hands held, eyes meeting

Still, she needed assurance.

At the altar they stood

He placed his hands where they needed to be

Gave her a hug of just the right quantity

All fear subsided

With the touch from her gentle, gentle man.

 

 

 

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