My Love My Lord
My Love, My lord
Your skin glows with the smell of blossoms sweet as the lilies in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your authoritize voice and leaps like a lion at the whisper of your name, My lord.
The evening ascends in on a great dove wing.
I am calmed by your words that I carry into the twilight of star beams and hold next to my heart.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears that would become a joy! You are
My Honey!
As my eyes gaze into your eyes, I am reminded of your smile.
In the hushed hours of unrush, I listen for the last splash last dance light bright
My heated body breathes inside my soul. I wait in the diamond crystal mysteries moonlight for your celestial body so that we may race as one, breast to breast, in search of that glorious flying song on the mountaintops singing on.
We Crest Loving soaring iivisible energy of love rebirth
wings of Soul meet just like it is said a Jewel of love a good thing
good and is good when the soul meet like Our Father created he them.
Ah! !Souls Energy Meet. !/?/!
Copyright © Brenda J. Joyce | Year Posted 2023
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