Delicate Love,
pure in its subtle ways creates a humbling act of courage upon my heart.
Where my love is kept, HOPE is dancing under the night light.
Never questioning where my purpose with love is gathering to take me.
I conform to thee intimate details of how never to stop feeling the euphoria of Love's never ending story.
My Rosebud, each rose is delicately catered in your name,
smiling religiously as each rose blossoms.
Delicate Love,
the watering will never cease.
Learn you; to love you-
Harvest you; to grow "One" with you-
Place my proud heart on you; finally "free" to walk our lives in perfect tune.
Delicate Love,
The kisses are plentiful.
Allows my eyes to close daydreaming repetitiously about the way our lips' movements are in sync with our sexiness.
Ah's of ecstasy finds refuge between my heart and yours connecting us beyond the physical.
As your rock of substance, I dare to love you beyond purpose.
We dance without music. Each breath of life exhales new meaning, humility and understanding that...
My delicate love is more than a physical lust. She is an extension and gift from the Lord Almighty.
She welcomes me AS IS. She prays for me AS IS, as HIS, loves without ASK-ING, a true gift send from above...
Oh my! I do accept her Delicate Love!
