HOW LOVELY SHE IS

HOW love is a tapestry,
woven with threads of grace,
each knot a tender embrace,
each strand a whispered vow

Isn’t she lovely?
my cherub, my guiding star,
the one whose laughter
paints rainbows in my sky.

A blossom in the garden of my soul,
petals unfurling,
each one a testament
to the beauty of love’s embrace.

Like a gentle breeze
through the meadow’s sigh,
she whispers secrets of eternity,
her innocence a beacon of light.

In the quiet of the night,
underneath the velvet sky,
I cradle her dreams,
like fragile butterflies.

For in her eyes,
I see the reflection
of all that is pure and true,
a mirror of divine love’s hue.

So let us dance,
beneath the moon’s soft glow,
two souls intertwined,
in love’s eternal flow.

Hand in hand,
heart to heart,
we’ll journey on,
never to depart.

How lovely is love,
in its purest form,
a symphony of souls,
weathering life’s storm.

:: 02.15.2024 ::