Every morning, Love beckons us into a new day. It whispers promises in our ear. It is the reason we lift our head â€¨from our pillow each morning. As soothing as a breeze drifting over the sheets and the warm kiss of the eastern sun through our bedroom window, To think that every beautiful sunset and joyful sunrise was made for me. â€¨A testimony of the love that was, and is, and is to come. Becoming tangible at my heart’s cry, â€¨Generous giver of precious moments. The kind of love worth losing yourself in. Intimacy is a work of art â€¨to last a lifetime and beyond.â€¨
~lr (2007)â€¨â€¨Dedicated to the Lover of my soul. The One to whom every unspoken poem is written. The One who loves me perfectly.