With her broken French and an open heart
And her hesitant voice
The words that escaped in a past life, an ocean away
Fall, so elegantly
Welling, swelling from a hidden place
Too covered in flaws for most to see
And she stands still
Poised on the edge of raw hope
Expectations high, knees weak
And waits with bated breath
Almost forgetting to breathe
Taking a moment, she gets stubborn
Forgets the fear long enough to just...
Jump...
Eyes closed to take that leap of faith
~ LondonFoundGirl
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