seamstress.

seamstress.

Hes almost here
My heart awaits in anticipation
The tenderness of his love
Excitement
stealing my breath
Away
As i watch every
floating dove,
Such beauty defines him
A rose of Blackest thorns,
Eagerly my aching
body mourns,
I seek to touch the matter
That surrounds him,
this space of time i see,
Breathing in his essence
Thus tender darkened dream
Never letting go
His hearts
connectivity
My soul in his to
Become the light
within his darkest dreams
Awaiting such a tender love
Binding at the seams
Anticipating
The man
Of which my love found
means.
Nardine Sanderson 07 /12/2014.