for this is love
my betrothed
i am thou beloved
i have come to this age
but to find thee
thy scent
emanating from the presence
of the divine
of the light
within thy soul
has directed my way
through all the realms
the wilderness
and i am here
i have come for thee
for you it is
that makes me whole
my soul
has suffered long enough
thy presence is my healing balm
take me to thy breast
that i may once again
suckle thy nectar
that which the Gods
envy me for
feed me
nourish me
that again
we may dance
upon the Nebulas
of all the Heavens
celebrating the language
the love
known only
by the Progenitor of Soul
of life
come my dear
expose your all to me
come naked before me
that i may taste
thy heart again
that which only
fading memories
reflect
come to me
come my love
embrace my eternities
in that of thine own
for this is love
© 2 August 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.
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Love is a splendor thing....
Love is a splendor thing.
all love to you my Dear Friend . . .
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