~My One And Only Love~

It is a delicate flower, our Love,
and it lays right here, baby,
in the very palm of our adjoined hands.
It's survival depends on so very much
and yet its death can be brought on
by such a simple act if we do not treat it so kindly
and lovingly.
Our Love is challenged by so many things~
Distance, fear, misunderstanding...Doubt.
The sun is our attention to the flower-
Too little sunshine and warmth the flower will
grow cold and die.
Too much and it will shrivel and wilt
because it won't have time to grow
as it sleeps and dreams.
Our love is a beautiful and intricate blessing,
deeper than the very earth
and wider than our love is long.
Baby, hold onto me,
give me your heart
and trust that my love will never let you fall.
And I will give something I have never given any Love before-
I will give you my heart and trust
without doubt or question.
I will lay my heart so gently in your hands,
place it there in all its unprotected vulnerability and
soft hope
and I will not look back
or ask you to prove your love to me.
Love me baby,
through the rain and the storms,
hold me tighter when I push you away
and never stop telling me how you feel or
if you think I am beautiful.
I love you now,
forever.
I will not let doubt take away my hope
if you promise to be true,
honest
and let no one get between us.
I love you so deeply that sometimes it hurts
and I want to tell the world
that I love You
and only YOU.

April 2011



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