His Love Is Mine
His love was pure as alpine air
With urgency and passion of gushing rapids
Running wild and free and ever flowing through the gullies of my heart
Immortal as the Gods to whom death is unknown
Meaningful as a first snow flake in the tender hand of a child
Wondrous as that moment when love’s spark ignites
His love was as gentle as Autumn’s morning mist
With a tenderness that only the lucky can fathom
Shrouding my body like a silken veil of loving protection
With a warmth and glow that would shame Summer’s sun
His memory is eternal as the pyramids of Egypt
Standing strong and permanent in reverie of my mind
Never to be forgotten nor faded in time
For he is me and we are one, tho' fate has dealt its blows
But our loving heart is beyond this world and beyond the grave
In which his beloved body is now reposed.
© Copyright Maria D'Alessandro 2012. All Rights Reserved.
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