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Click hereHis eyes watch
As she moves about the room
Confident and flirting
With those she knows
Shy and respectful
With those she knows not
They reach out
Stroke her cheek
She steps back
Looks for Him
Frantic until her eyes
Connect with His
Across the room
They coax and tease
But she tells them no
“I may not…”
Playful and persistent
They tickle and grin
She laughs and plays
But will not step over
The line she has drawn
He watches carefully
Evaluating and considering
Knows she is learning
Letting her explore
As she walks the bridge
Spanning two sides
Of a new world
She feels the warmth
Of His constant gaze
Knowledge of His presence
Her safety line
She has only to reach
He will be there
She balances carefully
On the narrow span
Tempting enticements
Furious winds
Whipping round her
As she moves forward
One step at a time
Not quite halfway there
She shivers with excitement
Wonder and eagerness
His strength her guide
His calm her cloak
She worries not
Content to search
Fervent to learn
As the center approaches
Her step first quickens
Then haltingly slows
Playful winds push and pull
Caressing her body
Tickling her mind
With danger and excitement
Her foot slips
She cries out
Reaches out
He is there
Holding her steady
Waiting silently
Shivering
She stops to think
Consider
What is happening
Why does she flirt
With danger
They reach out
Breath soft
Teasing her hair
Beckoning
Fly with us
“I may not…
I am not allowed”
Tempting
Though they may be
She remembers
Promises she made
Relentlessly
They tug at her cloak
Hunger
Lending them strength
She cries
As their need
washes over her
Torn between two minds
Blinded by tears
Unable to see
She reaches within
Finds the stillness
Slips into the strength
Stands resolute
Until the winds die
He watches
Waiting patiently
For tears to dry
Calm and still
Until she emerges
“Why”
Trembling she tells Him
As she told the others
Quietly He takes her hand
Places within it a key
Closes her fingers gently
And waits
Silently tears form
Bewildered
She shakes
Looking backward
Turning forward
Balanced precariously
Raising her hand
Gazing with wonder
Upon the key in her hand
Closing her fingers tightly
Key biting into her flesh
She places the fist
Against her heart
She lifts her foot
Takes the step
As the wind whispers
Let go and fly
She lifts her chin
With calm serenity
Balance regained
She denies them
“I may not…
I belong to another”
….. and
She takes the next step
Peacefully
Once again
She steps
Sighs
Whispers
“I am His…”