Gentle man
kind, quiet, wise
kind of shy
so he says.
Speaks with hope
of a distant future
while meandering through
the day-to-day.
Circumstances change;
he does not.
Two souls adrift.
Smiles exchanged
sending a message
known only to the other.
How does one anticipate
the unexpected?
Whirlwind comes packaged
in a spunky costume,
balance is threatened.
He doubts his readiness.
Wonders how can this be?
Strikes quick as lightening
but can be everlasting
if the gods concur.
Gentle man
has found his love.
Struggles to accept
what he cannot grasp.
Relies on faith
or is that fate
to lead the way.
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