Natalia said healing
was in the beholder’s eye.
But my sight for faith
missed the mark
at the first site we met.
What I did and didn’t
do boiled regret like a stew
in my spirit.
I dropped to a knee
and promised to inhale
the fresh air, and to
open my eyes to the possibility
of mending fences over broken
boundaries would stitch
our faith in each other together
forever.
Natalia wrapped her long, red hair
around her neck.
I released the tension in my chest.
I surveyed Natalia, not with a simple
glance, but drenched in her aura
of innocence.
A pristine glance curled
the grimace on her lips.
I deserved the wrath of her existence.
But Natalia bestowed the grace
of a goddess upon us.
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