Eyes like the night Dark and deep Soft and expressive Gentle and open See how she shines Beauty to long for The kind that moves me Down in the belly Where desire lives Wholesome, not lustful Respectful but real Powerful and heartfelt Desire to know Desire to experience Desire to touch Lord, who is this woman? Will you give me the keys? Will you show me her heart? Will you let me near it? Any fool would want her beauty But I seek the rest Who is she, way down deep? Where she allows only the trusted Where few have touched her Maybe none Who is she there? Will you show me? Will you let me? Will she? What is the combination to her safe? Who will receive it? Who will receive her? All of her As partner, friend, and lover I am asking I want to know I am willing to love her To give her that part The one set aside for a wife That part only she can have My Eve My missing rib The One made for me From the foundations of the earth Before a breeze ever kissed a cheek Before a bridegroom gave himself to his bride I am willing to love this woman Like thunder With power she has not imagined Like the sun With terrific brilliance Like the waves With consistency and beauty This dove of the desert Lovely lady of the east Raven-eyed princess of Jordan Set aside for someone Is it I? Stephen Pursell, 2/27/14 |    |
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