Poem -

" Where Love Begins To Ache"

" Where Love Begins To Ache"

I Love her in the morning when her breath is still
And in the evening
When her touch makes me aware
That this Love
In it's divine progression
Has a part of me
That no one has ever witnessed
And away from her
I feel this part is missing
How I long to see the light in her
And feel
The way she handles this part of me
With such intense
And Godly precision
It's as though the Angels held a heavenly debate
And in the midst of it
Our Love became the issue of the day
And now our Love has transcended
The simple
And the every day
For the part of me that she has taken with her
Has the Love of God
Spinning
In the heart of this Unity
And the Angels
Have helped our hearts Love
Beyond the stars
And into the longing
Where Love begins to ache
Whenever
We're apart......

 

For:  Cherie   ( my longing )

Tony Taylor    (Chicago)

 

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Tony Taylor

Thanx so much Ricardo!!........I was pleased with this myself...........I appreciate your taking the time brother!!..........smiles..........T  xx

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Sharon Goodhand

Beautifully romantic... woven with grace and tenderness. A pleasure to read.

Sharonlee

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