Fulfillment

The countless uneventful years had passed in slow motion.
Then one warm September morn they met.
Two unhappy people who hungrily longed for affection.
Affection long denied, but which they could not forget.

Many days became many weeks and turned to years.
These two began to see in each other a chance for happiness.
Happiness turning to precious love, but haunted by fears
Instilled by the years of bondage and sadness.

Then on a sparkling day in mid June
These two desperate souls - long denied fulfillment;
As the mourning dove sang its sorrowful tune,
Under a majestic oak, finally found contentment.

by Dorothy Hinds Davis

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