One who has experienced "true love" desires love again and again thus miracles of love evolve.
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A Beloved Heart
My heart, my spirit, my soul are awakened
like softly spoken whispers offered as a reminder
of the wonder of love's joy.
I hear the words,
that I have listened to within my heart.
I too have experienced the feelings,
the happy tinglings,
from the arrival at love's special plateau.
The vision from behind..the sleeping eyes,
as the light soaring down
from heaven's arms
cradling the gentle
desires of beloved hearts.
It is clear, burning brightly
as the candle gently extinguishes,
yet the light remains.
Just as we sleep again
anticipating the awakening
to the gentle breezes
from the drafts
of warm gentle tradewinds,
blowing down the endless hallways
that our love's path shall take
in this, our house, our home
that was built for us
by love's hands.
We are touched..by love's graces.
We waltz to love's dance,
happily celebrating
from within our beloved hearts.
This poem was written to celebrate my love for Mark
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