All My Love
I am the hand drawn to his lips,
the whisper in his ear.
I am the sway in his smooth hips,
his first and only tear.
I am his gold in memories,
the song he hears in sleep.
I am the dream he longs to free,
a loving thought to keep.
I am his rising light of day,
his warmth on winter’s night.
I am clouds parting when he prays,
his shield from pain and fright.
If I am these and never more,
with my last breath, I shall rejoice.
To know, content, my heart beat for
love’s words held deep beneath his voice.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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