I would always be by your side,
This is all l desire.
Every day, in so many ways, I can say
I am almost with you
For you I will be this great oak tree
The roots of my love grow deep in my soul
I will be your strength, sure and steady
Certainty in the face of each changing season.
I am the cool water that clears your mind in the heat of the day
My hand is the gentle breeze stirring your hair
The raindrops, my wet little kisses on the earth at your feet
so flowers might spring ahead of your every footfall.
Open this book of poetry, listen close...
My voice echoes softly in each lovers’ verse
My desire moves here in these inky arabesques and curlicues
Entwining words that seek only to touch you
To comfort you, to soothe away any storm.
Feel the texture of these pages, the soft and the smooth
This is me beneath your fingertips
Ivory skin, dark of my hair, velvet and silk
Breathe deep, here is the scent of every Rose in my garden,
Each one a promise, a wish for the future.
When day is done, close your dark eyes,
Open yourself to the beating pulse of night...
To hidden songs in the breeze that drifts through your window
There is my voice, calling your name.
I am weaving my yearning and trust around you...
Crying in your loneliness, know l am there
Taste the salt of my tears on your lips
I am waiting in the landscape of your dreams.
Distance and time may conspire to keep us apart
We will yet be together
In each day, in the secret of ways of lovers,
I will be
Almost...with you.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC
I would always be by your side,
This is all l desire.
Every day, in so many ways, I can say
I am almost with you
For you I will be this great oak tree
The roots of my love grow deep in my soul
I will be your strength, sure and steady
Certainty in the face of each changing season.
I am the cool water that clears your mind in the heat of the day
My hand is the gentle breeze stirring your hair
The raindrops, my wet little kisses on the earth at your feet
so flowers might spring ahead of your every footfall.
Open this book of poetry, listen close...
My voice echoes softly in each lovers’ verse
My desire moves here in these inky arabesques and curlicues
Entwining words that seek only to touch you
To comfort you, to soothe away any storm.
Feel the texture of these pages, the soft and the smooth
This is me beneath your fingertips
Ivory skin, dark of my hair, velvet and silk
Breathe deep, here is the scent of every Rose in my garden,
Each one a promise, a wish for the future.
When day is done, close your dark eyes,
Open yourself to the beating pulse of night...
To hidden songs in the breeze that drifts through your window
There is my voice, calling your name.
I am weaving my yearning and trust around you...
Crying in your loneliness, know l am there
Taste the salt of my tears on your lips
I am waiting in the landscape of your dreams.
Distance and time may conspire to keep us apart
We will yet be together
In each day, in the secret of ways of lovers,
I will be
Almost...with you.
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