Lost in Your Gaze

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Your dagger eyes

are my undoing.

Sweetly I am pierced.

How can I resist

when I am lost

in all that you are?

I come to you,

bare bones,

flesh quivering

with desire.

All that I am

all that I could be

is lost in your

knowing gaze.

You unveil me,

and there is nothing

left for me to hide.

This is me,

standing before you,

waiting to be loved,

longing for your touch.

Hear my silent plea.

Like a Butterfly

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Where love abides,

the heart flutters

like butterfly wings,

a whir of color

in a world

that is not always

so beautiful...

transforming lives,

giving hope to the hopeless,

joy to the joyless,

faith to the faithless.

Love dances

into your life

when least expected,

coloring the world

with beauty.

Love Poem

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My soul has been weary for many years;

Mountains I have encountered have been vast;

I have clenched my fists, cried rivers of tears;

I have struggled to let go of my past.



I have lived and loved in the warmth of bliss;

My heart has been broken with a goodbye;

I have surrendered to love's first sweet kiss;

I have lived both in truth and in a lie.



My sweetest respite comes from God above;

He is my Father, my True Love, my Friend;

He blankets me with His amazing love,

And His love will never come to an end.



Oh, how I long to look upon His face!

Oh, how I long to feel His sweet embrace!

Tender is the Night

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Darkness fell.

We cast our stones into the lake of desire

and felt the moon shine upon us,

illuminating love's tender yearning.

Trees loomed large,

reaching to the heavens

with giant fingers

as your fingers traced my skin,

soft as the moss

that gave cushion to our love.

All that we are,

all that we hope to be

was born...

and nothing that came before

or after

has been quite so beautiful.

Tender is the night.

What If...

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The hill is still there.

I went there today,

remembering

when it was our hill.

The tall grass

gave cover to our love,

innocent though it was.

So many years have passed

since that boy and girl

felt those first tender stirrings,

vowing forever

with wildflowers and a kiss.

I don't even know you now.

The man is no longer a boy,

and I am no longer that girl.

Still, standing on our hill,

I could feel you with me

and I could not help but wonder

what if...

Crossroads of Time

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We stand in the crossroads of time.

God speaks to us in whispers,

like the gentle flutter of butterfly wings.

Too often we are so busy shouting,

listening for our own song to be sung

we fail to to hear the sweet voice

that longs to nudge us on the pathway

meant for our choosing.

Life is beautiful,

filled with more than our hearts can contain.

How much me miss

as we stumble blindly

down weed strewn pathways.

Still, God gives us new crossroads

along the way,

hoping we will finally open our eyes

to the beauty that awaits.

Clueless

I've been to hell and back,

searching

for that perfect flame.

I turn to ash

before your eyes,

and still,

you know not why.

Meadows of Summer

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Summer sings of days gone by
when tiny feet plodded across green meadows
ripe with dandelions and queen’s lace;
Fragrant fields contained children's laughter
as they frolicked under a canopy of trees,
a respite from summer’s sun.

I would watch from behind lacy curtains,
reveling in the innocence of youth…
wishing that I, too, was young and barefoot
basking beneath a summer sky.

Smells of bacon grease and coffee
overpowered the honeysuckle
wafting through the screen door.
He would slam his cup down on the table,
demanding a refill,
but all I could think about
was the summer sun
calling to me like a long lost daughter.

In my imaginings,
I would throw open the screen door
(I can still hear it squeak)
I would run like I had somewhere to be,
but my only place to be
was outside,
running through meadows
basking in the sun,
frolicking under a canopy of trees
with my children.

Those were the days
when my heart was light,
filled with the jewels of love
that God had given to me.
No matter how dark the storms were,
the meadows of summer always called to me,
soft and unhurried ,
lovely as the scent of lilacs
on a gentle breeze.

Love's Gaze

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You pierce me sweetly

with eyes as dark as night.

Your gaze is my undoing...

I cannot look away.


I see passion's flames

dancing, dancing;

I see love's tenderness

flowing, flowing;

I see the universe unfold

with secrets yet to be told.


In your eyes, I see myself

beautiful as never before...

the wanting is great.

I open like a flower before you...

love's nectar is sweet.


Your touch I ache for,

but I am lost in your gaze,

lost in desire,

lost in all that we are.

Soaring with Angels

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Filled with rage,

locked in her cage

of despair,

she seeks freedom

longs to soar without care.



Angels take flight

in the dark night

of dreams;

Heaven opens arms..

in radiance it gleams.



Eyes search the sky,

her heart asks why

it must be;

If angels can soar,

why can't she be free?