Love Visits
If I could paint a picture with words in the language of my choice it would be yours. The language your heart speaks let me speak it. Let us be the only two who speak in that tounge, but with the passion we speak it with, let those around us feel each sound as it vibrates their souls and hug their hearts. Let them feel it in their stomach as if butterflies were at play. Let it guide their fingers to touch the canvas of life and paint with the soul of every artist on their best day. Let that language radiate from us to them, then be reborn in us so that we may feel what they've felt. And from the moment our hands reach out and our fingers touch let us hear on one accord our thoughts, so that when our fingers lock and our hands embrace, we'll hug and not let go. Then we'll know that GOD's watching over us and love's been visiting.
This poem is to a very special woman. You mean a lot to me.
The Story
- My Alter Ego
- GOD is 1st in my life. I'm open minded, eager to listen and learn, love to travel, an artist in every definition of the word. Lover of music.
5 comments:
This is powerful. There are really no other words that can express what I felt when I read this. Great stuff fam!!
We're glad to have you back!;)
Now do us a favor and don't ever stay gone so long!
I said it before, I'll say it again, this is simply beautiful!
Your words are beautiful! I am speechless which is rare for me.
Keep doing what you do!
I didn't realize you did Love Visits 3 yrs ago! It doesn't seem that long ago!
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