His Love, My Love

we met amongst the lilies of July, allowing our hands to embrace while pushing thorns aside for a myriad of comfort- combing petals to ease our youthful dreams... laughing with white smiles and bright eyes needing lightning to shine the path to love; feeling the infatuation of teenager heat with HIM and ONLY HIM and... we collided with kisses like the first in fields of lavender- always feeding each other what we both desire -passion beyond comprehension- faith in what is to come is my redemption, rescuing me with a touch of innocence sure, we struggled holding strong hands at times- wars of words hurting hearts, but never going to bed angry; MAKING UP by MAKING LOVE - (whispers of him wanting me) for you are my beginning that never ends.... almost twenty-four years have passed and I am but a forty year old woman still craving his touch- chills resonate down my spine like the kids we once were; forever blessed with dreams still coming true marriage is but an emotional storm before the kaleidoscope of colors appear……… and i am but one of the few who embraces what gift the Lord has freely passed onto me- for His love gave me… MY LOVE ______________________________ ______________________________ January 8, 2020