Elysian Life

The Man I love 

has midnight blue eyes

filled with glistening stars

and teeming with ethereal light

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His hands are rough 

from working hard

but on me are as gentle 

as kisses from a butterfly

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He calls me Little Storm

‘cause I’m strong and fearless 

always speaking up 

for the underdog

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He smells like barley fields 

windswept in the breeze

sultry with the searing sun

and cooled with rain at night

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His vibrant laughter

is effervescent

like a vivacious bubbly creek

full of His mysterious ways

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He holds me

in our moonlit bed at eventide

with an everlasting love

and tenderness

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He stirs my soul

in a way that nobody else can

with ache and longing

filling my open heart

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I am His woman and He is my Man