Your Genuine Love
Your genuine Love
The highest form of Love
in you I found my dove ,
Your sweetness I swallow
in my heart as mellow.
Your great Love is which I adore
as the door of great cure ,
need you more once more
to take a breath in that shore.
Come my beloved as you soar
to the river that got you fore,
rest and trust in the shadow
there you grow as meadow.
by Esther J
Copyright © Shereeen Esther J | Year Posted 2015
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