Sweet serendipity – I found you & you found me.
We are set ablaze with emotions so real & true.
My vision of joy is a vision of you.
Hearing your voice is sweet music to me.
Oh, how I am thankful for serendipity!
Sweet serendipity – I found you & you found me.
We are set ablaze with emotions so real & true.
My vision of joy is a vision of you.
Hearing your voice is sweet music to me.
Oh, how I am thankful for serendipity!
Slowly, silently I fall . . .
The winds whisper change as my skirt billows in the breeze.
The sun shines on my face – as the icy bite of the wind whips at my bare knees.
The ground is cold, and my heart warm.
My insides jitter at the start of this morn .
I fall as deeply as I need to be.
I fall – and fall – lightly and carefree.
I feel the breeze in my hair –
faraway from the world’s harsh stare.
I fall and fall, want and need -
And where my heart leads me to be.
I fall, and fall – fall into you.
Wrap you in these feelings – that I know you feel too.

I think of the feeling of your warm skin against mine,
your soft lips,
the way your look at me with your loving yet piercing eyes.
And I know I am in love
Not some fleeting kind of emotion most would associate with the word -
but real love,
the kind that’s been tested and yet only grows with time.
My life before you was only a prologue to the bigger story that I am now part of.
The days before I knew your love have become but a hazy, faraway dream.
Waking up to you each morning,
late nights filled with laughter,
the intoxicating love and happiness you gift me each day,
are the most gracious blessings my life has ever known.
As I watch the leaves dance in silhouette against the window from a passing car’s headlights, I think of you. I wonder why the moments in my life when I’m genuinely happy pass so quickly, while my times of loneliness and solitude seem almost neverending. The clock has become my enemy, it’s almost muted tick , a slow and menacing drumbeat in my ears. It is in these painful and disheartening moments that I realize, although I could live without (your) love, I would not want to.
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