For You, My Ingrid
Silhouette in the doorway sent from above.
You, my delight, came to make this soul whole.
Love standing there amid dreams and foxglove.
Soft as a whisper, true love flooded life’s stroll.
Branch of hope’s olive, contentment of heart,
Innocent pretending began thoughts’ sweet impart.
Despair flew away on your wings my sweet dove.
Long forgotten desires returned with pure love.
Peace in my heart a new trust did cajole.
Oh banquet of emotions enrapturing surges,
Reason and reality lost in boundless control.
A brightness of self, flourishing emerges.
My greatest delight, dear, was falling for you.
Love tingles the pleasures of hearts, we two.
© June 16, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
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