My Love

my love lives within,

like a warm beautiful secret,

quietly whispering

to my cold, icy soul,

soothing the deepest fears,

calming the bitterest storms;

my love lives

in the lonely songs

playing on the radio,

giving deep rhythmic meaning

to dead, meaningless words,

my love lives in the cool

morning breeze,

softly caressing my face

with her soft and gentle touch,

my love lives

in the darkness of the night,

as I silently call out

her sweet, precious name;

my love

is an angel,

showing me where I belong

and where I’ve been;

closing my eyes,

we are together,

we are one;

my love is forever.

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