Love's Grace
Love is the most precious gift of all.
like a rare and precious gift...
unwrapping each delicate layer with loving care,
til the core of me lies open to you.
Your wintry gaze softens with love
as you look deep into the truth of me
learning the secret realities
I hide so well.
As we dance love's grace in this old bed,
you tremble with longing and enormous need..
feeling our bodies join,
spilling acceptance and utter forgiveness.
You hold me so close,
warm against your skin,
Your scent soothing the fears that color my nights,
Your love a shield against harm.
The black ravens of midnight cannot touch me here,
in this old bed..
filled with the heart of loves healing grace,
and the nearness of you.
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