My Anna Love
I treasure
every meeting of our lips.
Our dreams:
as two dew drops
melding in eternal kiss.
A lake of pure desire,
with the depth
of eternity.
This life stretches before us
shore,
to unending shore.
every grain of sand,
the first:
"I love you"
of countless lovers.
And the whisper of the breeze
"Thee...thou... and us".
The butterfly fluttering past,
with clumsy grace:
like our love,
the wings allowing us to soar.
This is the show
created by all lovers.
The caw of a lonely bird reminds:
that not all are found.
Tears slip down
our cheeks
as we remember the pain of before.
Here and now,
we live in triumph
because He made us.
I ask you to marry me and the question is all of these:
Will you be mine, my Anna?
Will you be you?
All you are and do is such a gift.
And the statement of these:
When you make me dinner
you feed more than just my body,
and fill more than my belly.
When you say: "I love you"
it not only reverberates in my ear drums.
When you walk beside me
holding my hand I hear,
I feel,
I know.
When you smile
my quivering heart strings
play rejoicing symphonies
When you are you:
me?
I am me.
For my Anna...
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