Devotion
He crosses her lush yard pensively
brushing nervous fingers through his hair.
With eyes meditating on his desire,
their feelings of love are pure and rare.
She quietly tends to her blooming garden
and pulls the stubborn weeds one-by-one.
Drawing near, he keeps her in his gaze.
A dream of vows takes flight chasing the sun.
She looks up at him, smiling thoughtfully.
His heart melts in puddles as he turns away.
He loves her too much to steal her from her home.
Right here with her, he must patiently stay.
She stands and knowingly walks over to him.
With a soft kiss on his cheek, she beams.
He will wait for her 'til blessings are given
though his tender heart bursts at the seams.
Where she goes, he will go.
Where she stays, he resides.
His love is not fleeting.
With devotion, he abides.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
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