I meditate
On your hand in mine
I delight
In your presence
In the night
My thoughts sing a silent hymn
To your company
To the feel of your hand
In mine
My soul sings of the freedom I find
In your love
Of what it feels like to entrust
My life
Into your hand
To have your love
So beautiful
So honest
So true
Planted inside my heart
Bob, this is good stuff.
By: Don Iacovoni on September 7, 2009
at 3:05 pm