Vaults (Pith)

Speaking in tongues of simple truths,
I would obey the soft sound of love’s dulcet call
She began,
gently undoing the aching knots of tangled emotions
With honest wishes to infest this abode
Unhurried in her coddling of my vault,
With indisputable skill she would break the code
Indubitable happiness,
Openness of a door onced closed,
Now a thoroughfare to the pith of my soul

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