It moves me,
transcending,
blending,
fore-thought,
never-ending.
It's sometimes bending,
friending, it is
never trending.
It fills me, in
ever-flowing,
and yet
never knowing.
Over-whelming,
keeping,
and telling,
but
without yelling.
Soaking,
cloaking,
my very deepest fire,
stoking.
Desire,
longing, makes me
rise up,
every morning.
It takes me,
shakes me,
and wakes me,
until my eyes can see.
With nothing else,
with no one else,
there's nowhere else,
I'd rather be.
In love!
No comments:
Post a Comment