My Love
“My Love”
Expressions of “My Love” is often misunderstood
Taken out of context, now don’t know if I should
This feeling is on the inside of me, waiting to explode
I have to tell someone, someone has to know
It feels too good to keep it all to myself, God knows, I know,
And now who’s left?
You and only you that I wish to share my thoughts
My internal explosions as the butterflies waltz
Freely drifting along in thin air, no one watches
No one cares. On the contrary….what I can’t forget is that
there’s still prayer
Again, my heart is called upon to consider the uncertainty
of reciprocal love, not to forget the infinite compassion from
above. Like the sands in an hour glass that will soon cease to sift,
will “My Love” for you go adrift?
This transitory existence isn’t inherited by the use of hallowed words,
Rather by “My Love” for you …..consolation unknown
Johnnie Eaves
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