Wings of a Dove
Love can't be easily defined,
Its the warmth in the heart,
A state of mind .
Yet love is more still,
The purest of emotion's,
That you could ever fill.
For its sharing an ever life affair.
With the one that you cherish,
The one that truly cares.
Its when a tender glance,
Or a sweet gentle touch,
Says "I love you and I need you so much".
Its a dream of a future,
Shared only by two,
When storms start to come,
Its a beautiful sky of blue.
Yet love is so much more than this,
For beyond the magic,
Of a gentle touch or kiss,
Its a heavenly gift sent from above,
A blessing from the angels,
Carried on the wings of a dove.
Copyright(Susan Martin) 2010
Copyright © Susan Martin | Year Posted 2010
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