His Love, My Love
we met amongst the lilies of July,
allowing our hands to embrace while pushing
thorns aside for a myriad of comfort-
combing petals to ease our youthful dreams...
laughing with white smiles and bright eyes
needing lightning to shine the path to love;
feeling the infatuation of teenager heat with
HIM
and
ONLY HIM
and...
we collided with kisses like the first in fields of lavender-
always feeding each other what we both desire
-passion beyond comprehension-
faith in what is to come is my redemption,
rescuing me with a touch of innocence
sure, we struggled holding strong hands at times-
wars of words hurting hearts, but never going to bed angry;
MAKING UP by MAKING LOVE - (whispers of him wanting me)
for you are my beginning that never ends....
almost twenty-four years have passed and I am
but a forty year old woman still craving his touch-
chills resonate down my spine like the kids we
once were;
forever blessed with dreams still coming true
marriage is but an emotional storm before the
kaleidoscope of colors appear………
and i am but one of the few who embraces what gift the
Lord has freely passed onto me-
for His love gave me…
MY LOVE
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January 8, 2020
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