Thursday, September 6, 2012
17 Syllables of Truth
when i think of love
i miss the passionate sounds
his skin on my skin
when i think of love
i miss the way he held me
he saw right through me
when i think of love
all the late night visits and
anticipation
when i think of love
i used to wonder if his
heart belonged to me
when i think of love
and the letting go of him
i’m at complete peace
when i think of love
i know with certainty that
HIS heart is faithful
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4 comments:
This is very beautiful & deeply relatable. Something about the 'skin on my skin' line became more than visual...it was visceral.
When I think of love, my vision turns to gold. I tend to grin & that grins tends to grow into the most secretive, sensuous, scintillating & succulent smile inside my soul.
One.
Hi Lin,
Thank you for stopping by and thank you for "the beautiful."
I love how you say: "smile inside my soul." LOVE it.
Love is deeply relatable and never-ending...Oh blessed are we :-)
Love and smiles
fsb
ralovely poem
( I managed to find a way to get back to letters instead of the voice words which I can't hear. whew! hope it works)
Thank you dear sweet friend.
You and your compliment are just as lovely :-)
Hugs from NB.
China
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