The truth of your love washes my soul

This breath in my lungs is for you,
The ache in my bones and the aching of my heart,
for you.
Overwhelmed by the thought of a kiss,
I am now in your presence.
The truth of your love washes my soul
Incomplete without you
Wishing for the source
For the sweet, soft, brightness that comes with your faith
In something that can't be seen,
Only felt.
The morning is a new day that is still yesterday,
Touching on a heightened level
Knowing each beat that flows through you
Wanting the future
Wanting the next
Wanting the warmth
Praying for the strength.
For the wisdom and long-suffering,
For the patience
That a thousand lovers never had
Wanting to fill you,
Waiting to touch you,
Wishing for a miracle that will most certainly come as you.


Courtney
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