My Love
The sound that stirs my inner soul hath no comparison to the beauty in you I
behold. My heart though it longs to be bathed in your grace, I yearn much more
to hear you speak my name. For your words are like gold more precious than life
that to hear your spoken word would bring peace in this night.
Copyright © Leaha Pohlman | Year Posted 2014
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