"MY LOVE"


This man, the one that I love,
Eyes of blue, like the sky above;
He is all that I ever dreamed of,
A gift that I do treasure.

His love is more that a word or two;
It is felt, by the things he does do.
He has many ways to say, "I love you"
Many ways that bring pleasure.

Like the warm hug that starts my day,
Morning breakfast served on a tray,
Pampering me, in a simple little way,
Always making me smile.

He has given great joy to my life,
I am so honoured to be his wife.
His love for me instills no strife.
This love is not wile.

So how should love be defined?
Is love merely a state of mind?
How many believe that love is blind?
Is love supernal?

In love is the perfect way to live;
Love is a wonderous gift to give;
There are no treasures that can outlive;
This love is so eternal.


Belda J. Lynds  ©