Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Her Love - By A. Layne

Smoother than butter, a love like no other

That’s her love.

For me and me only, the kind of love you see

Makes me strong

As opposed to, weak in the knees

As strong as the beat of a healthy heart in heat

The rhythmic beat pumps her love through my being

And as it livens my extremities, I’ll not discred amenities of

Her flowing passion, generously, embodying my soul, my mind, my life

For her love is my, everything

Like anything she does is me

So anything I feel is she

Her body takes no shape to me, no shape described ungraciously

But favorably

Her endless curves leave me looking for words

To express my desire to

Please her like no other dude

Could do

I tell her – see you, you make me wanna buy that jewel

To marry you, to say I do, so when I finally have that chance

I’d be a fool, to leave you staring down an empty isle, but now

Your wedding veil conceals a smile, a smirk, a grin, that shows

You know, I’ll be the one to

Stroll that ceremonial path with you to endless dedication;

My hands are sweaty, the perspiration so heavy

Still I’d remove that white lace curtain, to let your full beauty shine in

It’s my personal sun, such a heavenly one, that sheds light on my earth

My body, my temple, subservient to God’s own gift before me

I only pray that I’m worthy, Oh God let me be worthy

To harmonize with the songs from her eyes, the light brown lyrics

Singing out from her spirit

Can you hear it?

I can hear it

I can hear the choirs of heaven that have surely spoken through these round gatekeepers of all emotion

My spiritual token

Yes, to me, her eyes are more, they speak to me

They speak of a life meant, for you and for me

A better place for us to be, just say you’ll go away with me…

You’ll be my queen, and I your king

My pledge to you, a God-fearing vow

Be with me forever, for worse or for better

Two hearts beating as one, making love as new days come

For our love is, love, that’s never, ever done.

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