In language of love
gentle and beautiful,
sweet words singing
sustenance to her soul.

He redeems her heart
from its sleepy prison,
awakening it to moisture
of loves new dawn,
the warmth of romance
like the rising sun, disperses
nights foggy cocoon.

Like a cymbal bell,
love announces its call.

He, a personable stranger
with soft words of
silken thread, weaves into
the fabric of her being;
embroidering bouquet of
gladness and peace…

Honey in verse is his love
to her core.

Risen in romantic radiance
of love flourishing,
she tremulously melts to
the softness of his touch;
contentedly wrapped with
him in devotions sweet embrace…

they lay open the day of their union.


2000

01/18/2002

Posted on 01/17/2002
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