Rivers of Love

The honeysuckle blossoms send their romantic aroma through the air.
I lie here looking into the clouds wishing I were with you there.
I watch the honey bees busy collecting pollen sweet.
It reminds me of you holding me and they way my heart skips a beat.

In my eyes you are perfection in every single way.
I can see God molding you in His likeness out of a single piece of clay.
He knew exactly how to fill your heart with compassion, gentleness and love.
He knew this because He reached into His own chest and removed a portion I am so unworthy of.

My heart beats with love so deep and so true.
I wish with all my heart I belonged only to you.
The ripples of the river remind me of years gone by.
When together in this spot you and I would lie.

Your eyes were as dark as glistening pieces of coal.
Your hair curled around my fingers as we listened to the music of rock and roll.
You hand were ever so gentle as were you kisses soft against my lips.
My mind was captured by you and my spirit spun out of control like the sun in total eclipse.

No matter where you go, I’ll be there for you.
No matter how long, my love will remain true.
As the stars twinkle in the darkest sky.
My love for you will never die.

Written by Sybil Shearin
(c) 6-2003
All Rights Reserved
Loved by The Son.

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