By Alan Abelman imagine@mcn.net
Date: 31 October 2000
The Gift
A fire 's glowing embers warming chilled hands on a wintry night is the warmth from you engulfing my heart
A rose garden in full bloom scent of you on summer's air
An aura of golden sunlight your hair so blonde soft to the touch as angel's wings to the air so eloquently flowing from your brow
Your touch to me as spring's smattering raindrops from heaven when one is not quite aware of their presence yet knowing something there
Your lips tenderly parting pulling back from mine is akin to the waves as I stand on the beach receding into the ocean gentle motion beckoning me to the sea
To hold you in my arms oh calming as a rainbow after the storm and you more stunning
To not gaze upon you, forlorn
Your eyes blue as the sky looking down at me from above
Trembling at the anticipation of your warmness next to mine
To share love with you divine
To hear my name on your voice beckoning to me no sweeter sound have I found
Gentle curves of your body melting into me as ice cream to the heat of the mouth tasting the bouquet of your beauty in my mind
A better love than ours I shall never hope to find
Waking in the night just to be sure you are there not a fantasy love most never know when light shines but yet appears in dreams from long hidden thoughts locked in the chasms of our minds
I've waited a lifetime and would wait thrice more forsaking all others to know that you would come to me open arms beseeching to close upon me as day into night
And still I wonder why afraid to ask as doubt may cast shadows on us
Take me into the light as I hold tight
I'll take you into the eve because I believe
A love of a many lifetimes has befallen her and me
To say I love you is injustice to the words
You are more to me than can be spoken
And when we are one, with each other, we both know this truth without silence being broken
Our souls shall always be joined for it is not of this world that brought us to each other
And when that time comes that one must leave we both know neither shall lament for we have left with each other serenity surreal
Our presence in each other as only one to themselves in mortals may feel
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