Terms of Endearment
I felt the words rise
and die before their birth,
before they made a sound,
before the mouth womb yield.
I saw within your eyes
the turning of the earth,
a contact to be found,
a beauty that appealed.
I dreamed the walls descend
to dust and nothing more,
my secrets open wide
for you to look upon.
I care, my sweetest friend,
my love I so adore,
I know it deep inside,
all doubt is dead and gone.
I pray for you to know
my loneliness is fled,
the space you occupy
fills all that I could be.
I need to tell you so,
no words I've ever said
could hope to clarify
how much you mean to me.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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