BEYOND THE
MOUNTAIN TOP
You are the Evergreen that scents the raging cold of my winters.
The laughter beneath the all too serious.
You are the calm that soothes my racing thoughts.
The smile that garnishes and flavors the otherwise bitter taste of regret.
The thorns and petals in perfect measure.
You are the path at the proverbial fork in the road.
The perfectly carved filly on this crowded merry-go-round of plain old benches.
And we, once perfect strangers now lovers with hearts in sync.
This is not meant to be a loud boast from a mountain top.
Just a few quiet words to say Thank You, and Thank God.
Armand
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