A Walk in the Park.

Breeze blows, but everything
comes around,
Feelings, sound, and still
in the chill,

Will, fortunate, and can't
get my fill,
Not of you, and all the
things you do,

Deep inside, not willing
to hide,
Out in the open, along for
the ride,

Here for the duration, from
beginning to maturation,
Just you, in sight, just you,
one, but two,

That hand, soft, fingers
entwined,
Kiss, divine, seeking that
heart to unwind,

Open, exposed, just
for you,
Not composed, no mask,
no need to see
through,

Me, just human, only
human,
Not perfect, but still a
true man,

Before you, stand, hand
in hand,
Walking forever, but you're
the promise land,

Home, always, safe and
sound,
From start to finish, standing
to ground,

Just you in sight, no need to
fight,
No need for flight, just the
will to make it right,

Make it right by being me,
Keeping it open, straight, and
free,
So you can see, and never
wonder,

Asunder, torn, but upright
still,
Walking, gusts, in your presence,
no chill... Can't get my fill...
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(C) D.C. Chapman 10/13/2012