When poetry escapes you,
And you are stripped of your eloquence,
Robbed of your rhythm
And aching for rhyme...
When life lacks color, and confidence,
And you cannot find words,
But only the end of yourself...
When stillness & silence are not enough
To quiet your heart,
And the light in your eyes is fading
Like the day at dusk...
Be still.
I will still be here,
Patiently waiting for you.
I am yours beloved,
And you are mine.
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This is beautiful!! Thank you so much for this! It's what I needed!! Love! ~Ann
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful. And such truth, as well!
ReplyDeleteAlways,
Ellie Grace