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My Love (Madison Elizabeth Holland - Lafayette, LA)

 

You stand firmly
arms open wide
to catch and hold me
in any shape or form I choose today
if I am a dark rushing river you embrace me
if I am a beam of light I become the twinkle in your eye
if I am a bouncing ball I am caught by your hand and held close to your heart

No one has ever looked so deeply into me
I can feel you just soaking me in, slowly, calmly,
Your face in my hands, your breath hitching momentarily as my heart stumbles towards you

I see it in your eyes, is this your way of trying to tell me?
A new kind of sign language, a love language,
No hands no words just your gaze - it swallows me whole, devours me
I know there are varying degrees of love - I have loved and been loved by others before -
But this, You, YOU -
You spoke those words like a promise, a vow
An intimacy that asked for no response and probably needed none

Coming close to someone new is challenging, scary
Becoming vulnerable again can seem impossible
But you are a safe space, a peaceful garden grotto tucked away
With a kiss on my lips you let me know its okay to let go and learn to play
Once more

I think (for the first time really)
I found someone who I want to grow old with
Become better with
Love always with
Unselfishly,
Sweet girl, let me cherish you

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