March 13/10 @ 12am

((Song of Songs 2:10))


Beloved

The night is young and beautiful
with music drifting in the
background lightly.

Majestically, He stands:
handsome, strong, stately.
With confidence in every stride,
He approaches.

As He nears, my breath quickens;
I know He comes for me.

Eyes on mine, He reaches me--
reaches for my hand.
He speaks, saying,
"Arise, My darling,
My beautiful One.
Come with Me."

And we dance.



Poetry by strangelady13
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Written on 2010-03-14 at 07:43

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