Pocketed Love

Atop this mountain, I stand

Caught with my hand in my pocket, In the midst of putting things away. I realize that I must reach deeper than I've ever reached, For our love can't be turned off like a faucet's sway.

So, I put it in my pocket for safekeeping, Until we're ready to mend it, improving it, Or until we're ready to launder our hearts, In this delicate dance, we'll commit.

In the meantime, I smile, just a bit, Knowing our love can still be mended, In this secret space, it sits, Tucked away, by my gentle hand, neatly, splendid.

A pocket becomes its sanctuary, A refuge, like this mountain, for love's intricate blend, Guarded with tender care and visionary, Until the day we're ready to transcend.

For within this fold lies hope's seed, The potential to reignite and spark, In this pocket, our love finds solace indeed, Waiting for the right moment to embark.

So, caught with my hand in my pocket, I embrace the hope it preserves so well, Our love, sheltered and protected, A tale only our hearts can tell. 🌹

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N'cki Jaxon