Sunday, 9 February 2014

The lover and the loved

She is loved.

From the curl of her hair,
to the sparkle in her eyes,
to her aching, tired feet,
she is loved.

For the wisdom in her words,
for the kindness in her heart,
for the facets of her soul, which shine like diamonds,
she is loved.

I worship her with words,
I hold her in my heart,
She is the keeper of my soul,
I love.

I love.
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9 comments:

  1. a good atheist9 February 2014 at 15:40

    written for http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.co.nz/2014/02/poets-united-mid-week-motif-love.html

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  2. Mary9 February 2014 at 16:22

    Beautiful -- I would say this is deep, deep love!

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  3. Gail9 February 2014 at 16:37

    She is very fortunate.

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  4. rallentanda9 February 2014 at 17:46

    Beautiful words!

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  5. Rosemary Nissen-Wade9 February 2014 at 17:54

    Really like your chorus effect, the whole joyous movement of this piece, and the neat way you got your 14 lines!

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  6. Sherry Blue Sky10 February 2014 at 05:19

    And she sounds so lovely. I especially like her tired feet, and that you noticed.

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  7. Maude Lynn10 February 2014 at 15:43

    This is gorgeous!

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  8. NataĊĦek10 February 2014 at 21:24

    beautiful....really lovely.

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  9. Susan13 February 2014 at 02:34

    A wonderful wonderful gift to her, to you, to all of us. Better than worship on this mortal coil is the love that shines through these words.

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