One Heart Reflections of love pass through my mind, moments with lovers that are all mine. Some funny, sad, some simply not true, devotions of love that always faded to blue. Some men never find a love that is blessed, they travel lifes road and miss what is best. By fate or error or just their failure to see, they lose out on what is heavens gift to me. What I speak of, words can never define, scratches from my pen of love most divine. For all I have to give is what you see, imperfect writings of Gods gift to me. A gift that has been nurtured in the bosom of Christ, and declared in the heavens before there was light. For I speak of a love that is known beyond time, in a place where its essence will engulf our minds. But for now I will speak of a love that is known, created and prepared long ago in our eternal home. It is my wife, my friend, one half of my soul, that moves my pen to declare; I am whole. It is she alone that can upset my balance, her heartaches, feelings, anger without malice. She is truly a blessing, my angel on earth, my companion in life of immeasurable worth. Is she just a need in this earthly sojourn? To help me through lifes twists and turns? I think that is true, but its so much more, for souls that were blessed at heavens door. But how can I know this is loves purest form? Ill tell you of a heart that has felt its storms. Like a powerful wind that is felt but never seen, it blows through the core of my most inner being. The moments in life in which Im most aware, are the moments were apart or ever so near. Moments in my arms, when our lips gently meet, where time stands still and my heart skips a beat. When I hold her face close, in her eyes I see, the depth of this love, a soul just for me. To die for my love is no question at all, for I know well reunite in heavens halls.
Posted on: Tue, 05 Nov 2013 08:23:44 +0000
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