My greatest fear is not the fall,
But failing myself, the deepest dread.
A Queen I sought through toil and call,
Now stands before me, love’s thread.
She rekindles spring's warm embrace,
Her beauty in each quiet glance,
Her laughter, a spark in my space,
Revives my hope with a gentle dance.
Her touch, like dawn on weary skin,
Melts the frost that clings to my heart.
In her, a light I find within—
A pulse that stirs my silent part.
Her eyes, like stars at morning’s crest,
Gleam with a sunlit, ocean hue.
A miracle that warms my chest,
A light that makes my world anew.
Her beauty shines like sunrise gold,
A warmth that breaks the darkest night.
The promise of a dawn unfolds,
When shadows fade and dreams take flight.
Our words, like paths through morning mist,
Guide me where my visions lie.
Each step is kissed by hope’s soft twist,
A journey clear beneath the sky.
Her voice, a beacon through the dark,
Points where my deepest dreams align.
In every phrase, a guiding spark—
A place where our hearts intertwine.
Yet, I question my own trust,
Can I keep this love so true?
Will I falter, as I must,
Or stay steadfast through and through?
In her calm, a breeze on restless seas,
Her touch soothes every scar and fray.
No grand demands or lofty pleas,
Just warmth that keeps the cold away.
Her grace, a gift both rare and bright,
No heavy quest or grand request.
In simple peace, she holds me tight,
A love that needs no more than rest.
In every glance and tender touch,
She brings a love both pure and kind.
A heart that warms, a treasure much,
A bond that grows with every find.
I sense our love as roots entwine,
A seedling’s growth, strong and true.
A melody of hearts aligned,
A song that I hope she hears too.
- Author: Stephen A. ( Offline)
- Published: September 16th, 2024 11:12
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 8
Comments1
Great write
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