Grounded
The wind dances through the willow's branches
as your fingers caress my curls.
A soft reminder of your presence, moving gently through our manes.
Brushing the hair aside to catch a glimpse of my eyes.
Cupping my cheeks, you plant a kiss, a seed of joy, on my forehead.
"You are seen, heard, loved, and held".
Y con la tranquilidad del momento, me das unas de tus miradas mágicas.
We stand still, letting the wind heal our weeping roots.
as your fingers caress my curls.
A soft reminder of your presence, moving gently through our manes.
Brushing the hair aside to catch a glimpse of my eyes.
Cupping my cheeks, you plant a kiss, a seed of joy, on my forehead.
"You are seen, heard, loved, and held".
Y con la tranquilidad del momento, me das unas de tus miradas mágicas.
We stand still, letting the wind heal our weeping roots.