My True Love

I Love Him. I will dream of him lighting up my darkness, covering me with his perfume go crazy with love, and make our life sufficient gentle and persevering. It is time to look outside and feel fearless, face what I fear the most, and when the fog's lights will move in through my window, its time for me to move on, to make choices that I can live with. I am the reason why my shadows are awake, I must find a new way not to look backwards. I am only human, I need to recover from going to one extreme to the other. I will look like a fierce passionate woman; away, away I'll fly towards him, hold him so tight, together, we hear each other's groan, watch our lustrous eyes until dawn. Allow our secret impulses, urge our desire to land in each other's trembling arms. I'll tell him, "Listen to me. This night will be different." With the sigh of our breathing echoing melodies will be sweet, but those unheard will be sweeter. Love me, the very word will sound like a bell tolling me back towards you, you, my sole lover. How I wish to feel the infinite love while settling together in my garden, watch his divine face as an illusion beneath that joyous veil. Forbid the roses to miss the spring as their harmonious values, lives in our souls. Forbid our garden not to agonize without the light of love, prevent the branches on the trees from suffocating, without the light of love. Prevent our clouds from separating before taking with them, our light of love. We will take the stand to forbid the darkness, and proclaim the light of love. That's where the key is, if the light of love opens a door to our tranquility, feeling safe, our love will become our strength. Still together for, forty five years. Written By Therese Bacha August 18 2014