a vain attempt at expressing love to one who deserves it.


True Love

My Master is my husband, and my closest friend,
He loves me like no other, each day it's fresh again,
A voice as sweet as honey, he calls me soft and low
to my place at his feet, eagerly I must go,.
Hands strong and caring, there is not fear in me,
for only true compassion in his eyes I see,
He whispers words of life, to my waiting heart,
each time more of him, he wishes to impart.
His smile is like the sunset, so beautiful and bright,
it drives away the darkness, he is my guiding light.
Should I find myself weary, and miss his gentle call,
The scars in his hands remind me, he has given all.
He loved me before creation, before I drew a breath,
He loved me with a depth that led him to his death.
He desires to be with me, even with imperfection,
preparing me for that day, I will see the resurrection.








Poetry by Kathryn Walsh
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Written on 2006-07-26 at 05:02

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Arti
Beautiful. Period. This is an adorable write... Love is such a wonderful thing... I love this text.
2006-07-26