My True Love
I Love Him.
I will dream of him
lighting up my darkness,
covering me with his perfume
go crazy with love,
and make our life sufficient
gentle and persevering.
It is time to look outside
and feel fearless,
face what I fear the most,
and when the fog's lights will
move in through my window,
its time for me to move on,
to make choices that I can
live with.
I am the reason why my shadows
are awake, I must find a new way
not to look backwards.
I am only human, I need to recover
from going to one extreme
to the other.
I will look like a fierce
passionate woman;
away, away I'll fly towards him,
hold him so tight,
together, we hear each other's groan,
watch our lustrous eyes
until dawn.
Allow our secret impulses,
urge our desire to land
in each other's trembling
arms.
I'll tell him, "Listen to me. This night
will be different."
With the sigh of our breathing
echoing melodies will be sweet,
but those unheard will be sweeter.
Love me, the very word will sound
like a bell tolling me back towards you,
you, my sole lover.
How I wish to feel the infinite love
while settling together in my garden,
watch his divine face as an illusion
beneath that joyous veil.
Forbid the roses to miss the spring
as their harmonious values,
lives in our souls.
Forbid our garden not to agonize
without the light of love,
prevent the branches on the
trees from suffocating,
without the light of love.
Prevent our clouds from separating
before taking with them,
our light of love.
We will take the stand
to forbid the darkness,
and proclaim the
light of love.
That's where the key is,
if the light of love opens
a door to our tranquility,
feeling safe, our love will
become our strength.
Still together for,
forty five years.
Written By
Therese Bacha
August 18 2014
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